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Sunday, August 06, 2006

It's funny, and scary at the same time, to see the sudden surge in popularity of Jing Xian Library. Overnight, it seemed the hottest and coolest place to hang out after school. Even my favourite place in the whole wide world, the PRC Corner, seemed to be almost always fully occupied.

Quite annoying.

The library should give out membership cards or something for loyal members to enjoy privileges like reserved seats. Or just the authority to oust a non-member out of a spot.

I love the PRC corner. Though a little small, in that tiny cubicle, everything and everyone else is shut out. The outside world can be bombing each other out but in that space, it's just you and yourself. And your books of course. Like a little fort. Some find it claustrophobic, I think it otherwise. There's freedom in privacy.

Living like a recluse.

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I saw the look of horror/confusion/shock/dismay on your face. I'm not entirely sure which one is it; maybe a little of everything, but it haunted me for awhile.


writing at 9:30 PM

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