this day was boring.
sore throat in the morn, coffee.
somehow, i was talking to myself on my way to the bus stop.
met no one familiar at the intersection.
voices in my head, c'mon i'm not mental or anything.
their my voice.
and a particular one hisses and snarls.

nothing much to say about school
other than saying sorry in class
to, oh god.
not mr soo.
but heck.
school's getting boring.

i do think the seating arrangement are pulling my studies.
you have your friends.
and they may affect you.
not implying anything bad anyway.

poor michael haha.
actually, he's quite pitiful.
seen him carry hell of book today,
perhaps for his frens.
or was it from under his table.
I mustn't make hasty assumptions.
but i do assume i'll have low marks
for science test.
chemical formulas kill.

got an invite to join
'peng and mike'
to go northpoint.... ... play. haha.
"aiyoh, financial crisis"
that was my response.
but xinpeng knew it anyway.
anyway, i wouldn't have the time to play.

walk back home.
to the bus stop from school.
talked some sick stuff
with kelvin and cs.
ahaha.
no wonder i'm perverted.
but i can handle it.

top upped my ezlink.
+ $10.
financial crisis much?
ezlink is necessity.

read Switch Bitch from Roald Dahl.
adult short stories.
made me feel kinda dizzy
in the bus stop.
or was it the sun.

bus-ed home.
let ppl walk away.
love the sound of it.
love you walking away,
if you want to,
i let you.