Found my bowl in the rubbish bin last night, broken. I waited the whole night and no one came to me.
I don't mind it being broken. I just want the person who did it, accidentally I believe, to tell me about it, at least with a little note on the board.
Maybe it just slipped off the counter somehow by itself. But anyway I would've really appreciate it if the person who discovered my bowl's dead body had put a note on the board.
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Here's the 2nd thing. I was on the super-crowed bus today when i went back to hall. I had to move it to let ppl get on. The door closed after everyone was on the bus. And then, this fat, middle-aged man kept saying 'excuse me'. I had no idea why he just wanted to move down to the rear of the bus. Maybe he wanted to get the seat, whatever. The point is, sir, the only way that you can move down is that I move down, which I didn't to. And, no offense, you have problem squeezing past the corridor let alone squeezing past me. If you could use a brain for one second and then you know that's a pretty hopeless business.
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After this series of unfortunate event, I need a little music of the night to clam my nerves.
Seriously, would love to hear what ppl say about John Cudia's rendition. Anyone?
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