story of my vicious umbrellaIt was drizzling yesterday morning as i made my way to work. When i tried to open my umbrella, it appeared to have a life of its own and jumped out of my hands on onto the grass patch. I was stunned for words to think that my umbrella actually made me shudder with fear. So, steadily and surely, i picked it up again, attempting to open the umbrella again. And of course the umbrella was obviously in a foul mood for being tossed on the floor that it refused to open. By then, i was already half drenched and suffering from a bad morning cold, while running late for work. The only way to get my bad-tempered umbrella to open again was to close the entire thing and push the button again. Needless to say, the umbrella won't close and i practically had to hammer the metal handle against my palm. Ouch. When i finally got 'the spoilt brat' to open, it wouldn't open fully. So i had to make do with the limited shelter it provided and hurry to the train station. When i got to the lab, i just tossed the umbrella in the trash can. Good riddance umbrella!
P.S: pardon the poor narrative story. I was never good at writing those.
P.P.S: Now when i have all the time in the world to pay attention to F1, it starts so late.. geezz i'm getting so impatient!
P.P.P.S: Heard that you guys are meeting up next week.. boooo i won't be there! Have fun!
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2:36 PM
