A Review on the National Library, 8th Floor

Wrote this post mid way a long time ago and gave up half way coz I was up to chin with my project. I was there to meet my friend "eddie" at the research section of the Natioal Library - just before x'ms - in my super huge lappy bag, 2 bottles of mineral water, a kino plastic bag with my latest Sandman graphic novel and my jacket when I came face to face with the sign below. It says no bags allowed. I've to deposit mine in the lockets provided at the side. Holy crap! All I had was 20 cents to my name. What's worse, how do I work without my lappy??? I called "eddie" and he told me to just walk in and not care about the security guard sitting in front of the library door. Feeling like an extreme terrorist, I deposited my bomb - my huge bag - and carried only my lappy, hidding it benealth my jacket and walked past him without breathing. I got in. Nothing happened to me. Nobody stopped to check what I was hidding under that jacket or why I was walking so strangely. Nobody approached us either when we took out our lappies to start working. Nobody so much cared when the girls opposite us carried in their huge totes either. I was starting to feel safe till this stuffy looking librarian walked towards us, then passed us toward the guy sleeping soundly - not snoring though - on the sofa behind. She tried to wake him up and warned his compaion that no sleeping is allowed in the library. I racked my head trying to recall her signs I saw outside the library. No sleeping? I don't think it was stated there at all. Anyway, I supposed there's no need to adhere to the many signs outside, they're pretty much useless. Just stick to this rule. Libraries are for waking people, not sleeping beauties.

The person in the reflection is me lor, trying to capture the irony of it all, without capturing the attention of the security guard on the other side.