There I was today, getting my hands dirty sticky wet. Ahem. It was truly unintentional that the many other genuinely appropriate remarks we made during the class were coincidentally innuendos too. I mean with thickness, length, wetness and dryness involved, amongst other characteristics, it couldn't be helped, could it? What? I was talking about the clay we worked on... You see what I mean? Hahaha.

It was a private class for the four of us set outdoors of the teacher's landed property. The sound of leaves rustling, birds chirping and insects making noises (I don't fancy insects...) kept us company as our extremely patient teacher showed us the ropes. When it was our turn to hands-on, we took our time at it aiming for perfection. So much we used up the whole class and missed the stipulated hours for learning throwing. We didn't mind it though.

At the end of the day, we had fun. We were proud of our coiling, slabbing and pinching. Rolling, scoring and slipping. Imprinting and carving.

I haven’t seen a sunrise or sunset sky in awhile.

Other than having to go out for work, I’m mostly indoors. More specifically, on my bed in the bedroom with a window facing another block of building

When I have the morning shift, I’d be up and out when it was still dark. It always felt to me like I was in a Left 4 Dead game - taking the lift alone, walking across an almost eerily quiet carpark, and making my way to the train station as if it’s the designated safehouse. All those time fearing a Horde would suddenly come charging at me. I don’t know, maybe a Hunter would jump on me and start tearing me up. Maybe a smoker would wrap its tongue around me, dragging me somewhere isolated while strangling me to death. Yeaah… that’s me and my brain.

For afternoon shifts and my off days, I’d usually only be up when the Sun’s way up and shining on my lazy bum. And for after a night’s, the Sun would already be up and peering down at the sorry bedheads of those who work the 9-5.

Story of my routined life.

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This morning, thanks for the course that I was heading to which required me to roll myself out of the house at this time, I got that picture. 0647hrs.

The orangey to pinkish to purpley sky as a result of the rising Sun brought a big smile to my usual (and naturally) sulky face. Streetlights still glowing under the gradually brightening sky. The sunlight painted the originally off-white buildings in hues same as the sky to fit the theme. I took the view in with awe and warmth in my heart.

When I got myself to the ground floor, I couldn’t help but smile at my surroundings. I sort of hopped along my way, passed a couple tired looking students while snapping pictures away.

Now that I've finished both the movie and the book, I'm going to start watching the movies that were mentioned by Wade in the book. Gonna make a list.

Ready Player One

Reached the end of the book. Finito. The ending got them tears (of relief and joy) welled up in my eyes and set a soft smile upon my face. I love a happy ending. Always.

Question. Were Wade's eyebrows all grown out by the time he met with Aech and then the rest of the gang? Let's say Wade last showered the day before he was arrested by the IOI bastards, that means he only had about nine days to grow back his eyebrows and any hair at all on him, right? I thought his possible lack of brows would be a topic but nothing was brought up. Or was it actually kind of normal for a real person who's a rich enough OASIS gunter. Just a passing thought, haha.