Its just a memory

What a lovely Thurday awaken by the sound of soooothing piano mini concert by this weird brother. Aiks.
Honestly i do not know how his life can be considered as normal. 9-10am is considered his sleeping time and he'll wake up at 7pm for his i-dont-know-should-be-considered-as-breakfast-or-dinner.
Ahh so basically the piano concert was suppose to be his lullaby?
Oh dear.

And now that im wide awake and have the internet all to myself, i bet i shall start working on the depressing assignment. Somehow all the cysts look pretty similar to me. I know this is definitely not a brilliant thing to say but anyhow, cyst will always be just cyst. Sigh. I strongly detest the imu library system as we are only allowed to borrow 3 books, and only 1 week for each book. This is not fair, at least to me. See. I found a couple of books useful for my assignment but i had to give them all up and return back to the library just because i dont want to get fine. And now that i am left with nothing but just one reference, i cant help but to blame imu for this.

At the same time, memories of my beloved TARC come flying back to me :)
The library was my favourite spot, i mean it!
Im not a nerd then, no.
But that particular library is awesome pawesome!
Imagine having a five-storeys library with practically all the books you can think of.
You want fiction? non-fiction? journals? reports? magazines? reference? self-help?
Just name it and you'll get it this i can assure you.
And so, i've been bombarded with a lot of reading material then.
But now,
for one instance i just wish i have sufficient time to just sit down one day and read my favourite books all over again.
And then i realise this is not happening.

Sometimes, history remains as history.