Teacup.

Today was my first day back at university. I had two classes which was Human Biology and the other was Diseases & Immunization…something like that. It was quite OK. Though the lecturer for the latter class has such a damn sexy accent. Makes me want to crawl really, in a good way. XD

After the lectures, I think I commited one social no-no. Talking loudly on the phone. I normally don’t get unexpected calls [except for the time where my number was mistakenly printed in a porn newspaper, not shitting you], but it turned out to be my uncle who wanted me to babysit my cousins [they are a story for another day].

So I walked out of the store and onto the busy street. I could barely hear half the things my uncle was saying because it was so loud. This resulted in me talking out loud. Which is a big no-no. I think it’s just reflex that if you can’t hear, you talk louder. But it doesn’t make sense that you should talk louder when you actually can’t hear. And on top of that embarassing display, I was making hand gestured even though my uncle is at least 15KM away from me. I noticed a few passer-bys looking at me strangly, but I couldn’t really pay attention because I had to concentrate on listening on the phone.

After the call ended, I asked my friend, “I was talking really loud, wasn’t I?” She could just nod her head. So embarassing. Must talk softer next time! Practice, practice, practice!

Another no-no I think I did today was not acknowledging a regular customer at the restaurant I work at on the train. But I have a reason! Thing is, I don’t know him on a personal level. I only know him from work. “Know him at work” means that I recognize that he came in to the restaurant previous times. That’s it. I don’t make small talk with ANYONE, because I hate it. So I know nothing about him. With that, he is classified as a stranger to me. But I feel bad because he recognizes me and probably wants to have a little chat but I hate it and I don’t know him so I refuse to look at him! *sigh* I wish he knew me smiling away at the restaurant is my “customer service” personality. It’s not the real me. The real me is as anti-social as they come…does anyone have this problem?

I’ve started cross-stitching. It’s a rocket bookmark.