I missed the opportunity of having the manager write a testimonial/recommendation letter for me, but afterwards the librarian I'd initially requested a testimonial from spoke to the overall-in-charge for me and-
Well, long story short: I called up the person in charge and made clear what it was that I wanted, she observed my session today alongside a new volunteer who has yet to go under training,
And it turned out pretty well- This was a really great session imo,
And she'd liked it and said all the things I'd hoped for her to say,
Cuz that means that the testimonial should be in my favour and be rather helpful in the future.
*breathes in*
I've just cleaned up my room,
I skipped breakfast and lunch because I'm silly and unorganised like that,
But I'm happy.
My effort is paying off; things are happening the way I've been working for it to,
And my room looks like a place suitable for human inhabitation again. (Seriously, how did I allow for it to escalate into such a- sty?!) It's kind of an excuse, but I've just been too tired to do what needed to be done. :<
*exhales*
I need to eat.
This is the most unintelligent way to go about doing things,
And I need to sleep.
There's a week or so before GP and Bio practical exams, so we can afford to loosen up those shoulders a little.
Following that is one week of lessons, three weeks of holidays, and it's the rest of the mid-year exams.
Take it a step at a time,
I'm fin-
*coughs up blood*
Yeah, just gon' get that extra hour of bonding time with my best mate, Bed.
.
My mom's colleague's daughter (What a typical Asian line to say HAHAHA)
has been giving me all these clothes that she doesn't wear anymore, or that are brand new but unwanted for some reason.
And I know what it sounds like,
But damn-
I have done nothing to deserve this, (not even socialise)
To receive a couple of bags of rather amazing clothes, stuff I've always wanted to buy but don't, stuff too out of my budget or my typical preferences, or formal clothing that makes me look good, but which isn't suitable for any of the places I go to. Some are a little big on me, but most of it work out well.
(Let's face it, I now have too many nice clothes and literally no place to wear it to- It still doesn't stop me from putting it on and twirling around in my room tho)
The items that she rejects are more than my entire wardrobe combined, how bout dayht
It's such a happy problem to have;
To return home and spend too much time trying on clothes,
Only to get exhausted from that since it only adds on more strain to the essays and timed practices that I've been churning out like a spitting Merlion, only less graceful and not as liked.
Side note?
I simply don't understand how someone can have more than two pairs of jeans-
I don't understand wardrobes of people, period.
The only pair that I own, I've been wearing for three years
And here it is, a human who casually gives me six pairs that are tight-fitting, flattering, and flattering- I'm sooooo psyched because she's similar in height and size to me (which isn't often), only more well-endowed (yeaaahhhhhhh... It's okay because I have her rejected wardrobe)
And I can now leave the house dressed in something other than my one-nice-dress and my one-good-shirt. The jeans that I've owned aren't actually nice looking, so this is quite the huge step up.
The best part is how it's allll
freeeeeeeeeeeee.
Oh my, I've gone on and spazzed for too long and too much-
I (insincerely) apologise. 😊
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