I ran out of index cards
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Other’s reaction: Okay, Ching Shun, aren’t you being a little fussy that you have to resort to making an entry about running out of index cards?
Me: I don’t care! I ran out of index cards! This sucks!
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The truth is, yeah, I ran out of index card. The other truth is, I feel severely indigent when I do not have index cards. Index cards are so-very-much-uberly-superbly-extravagantly important to me. I use it as my study aid. I use it as a means to put down my imagination on paper. Heck, I use it to collect words, a hobby I’ve developed a few months ago. Without index card, my existence is banal. Index cards of different color draws a vivid imagery of escape to this otherwise mundane world! And now I ran out of index cards, I hate it!
Okay, I exaggerated pretty much everything in the last paragraph. The point is, I ran out of index card and I feel severely unproductive without it. To those who want to know how I use my index card:
Red cards are where I write down negative words, or negative thoughts. Anything resembling the regurgitation of a blood is truly not a sight I would salivate to see.
Blue cards are where I write down positive words, or positive thoughts. Anything resembling the tranquility of the still lake is positive in my book.
White cards are where I write down everything else. White is unbiased. Males wear white. Females wear white. Whites are default, and whites are purity. Ambidextrous. Ambisinister. Ambivalent.
So the next time you write a positive comment. I’ll write your name in my blue card. Now, if you ticked me off, your name belongs to red. The rest of you boring people out there belong to white.
Anyway, I have to dash out of my nearest bookstore to buy a new set of index cards.
January 29th, 2006 at 6:30 am
If i am in your shoes that night. I might go crazy! Loud music takes away my sanity…! Especially if it is stealing my SLEEP!
January 29th, 2006 at 6:42 am
I Guess that comment strayed. It is suppose to be in the ” SOmebody Forgot to turn down the stereo” entry. Sorry for the mess.
And hey, it is only few people who keep index cards to save their thoughts. Glad i met one in you. 