Tuesday, July 05, 2005
a boring afternoon as she sits in the library thinking how her life would be at least for the next 10 hours... the last place in her life would be wondering in the library browsing through the endless row of book-filled shelves... then hastingly she skimmed the rows. she spotted one rather modern-looking white cover book.
"goodbye, ruby tuesday" by donna hay. flipped a few pages. decided that it would be quite interesting to read. little did she know that, that little 2 inch thick book would bring back the memories of what a wonderful place "the library" is... CJ library did not really present a wonderful selection of the newest best sellers in the market. but it was enough. enough for her to convince herself that she still have a debt incurred to the national library of $18.95 which she has yet to pay. after so many years she rationalized and decided to fork out money to pay for the fine which would enable her access to the superfluity of novels that would quench her thirst for modern day scandals and family gossips, immersed in a world of imagination of people living their lives in her modern world, yet real enough to feel that they really happened. she spent 4 hours to finish the 368 pages till 6am then did she realised for once she was reading a book that did not require any 100% concentration on each word and its meaning which she has been doing all these while with those economics essays and chemistry equations. the joy of reading.
she was a librarian in her younger days, from primary 4 to primary 6, the presumably slack CCA as seen by all, ironically in her primary school being a librarian was cool to her peers, then. she had the control of all library access, she could borrow more books than all her mates, she could be the chief librarian-in-charge of the day, using the apparently high tech "scanner" then to process all the books at the main counter, it was enjoyable working in the library with her fellow librarians. she smiled at those days where CCAs meant no politics, no full commitment, just pure fun. "impossible" was the word to describe the frequency of the number of political disagreements in each organisation not happening as one grows older. a stressful day could be end off by watching reruns of friends or simply lying in bed trying to plunge straight into a dream. then, there is the wonders of a book. access to world of imagination with no solid picture or sound, just exclusively her imagination. and reading more books has enabled her to key in her not-so-frequent journals to "crap" more substantively thoughts with a peck of better writing. not much difference but a tiny little bit better.
she sits in the library thinking of what her next 10 hours would be like... "travel to Great world city," she says, she was thinking of work. "take the train back home or maybe near the neighbour.." she was thinking of a getaway to home or a dinner with her mum in the neighbourhood. "watch tv," she was thinking of relaxing to the visions and the creativity of each scripted works flashing on the tiny screen. "read the book i just borrowed today," she was thinking of the book she borrowed in the library earlier on in the morning at 1125am. "sleep, then.." she was thinking of restoring her energy for next day of school. "this is dumb." she was thinking of why she keeps using the same format of writing in this paragraph. "cause i ran out of ideas.." that was the reason she says.
to end this off, an extract from
"The Dilbert Principle" by Scott Adams.
A company purchased laptop computers for employees to use while traveling. Fearing they might be stolen, the managers came up with a clever solution: permanently attach the laptop computers to the employees' desks.
over and out 1:13 PM