ugh. i feel like puking.. motion sickness? bah. that comes with trying to read a book on a moving vehicle. erks erks erks. then of all things, the lift i got into was suffocating me with stinky ol' cheapo perfume. YUCKS. stupid PRCs. bloody hell.

anyway.. thanx to dan brown's da vinci's code.. got to speak to pierce just now. ahahaha.. but yea.. was actually talking to roy during lunch. then pierce walked in.. so yea.. happened that i was holding onto the book. heh. so he was like "oh. its a good book" sorta thing? damn. he's voice is nice. ahaha..

but its really a good book. yea. nice one there.. couldn get what the big hooha was about.. but since pa bought the book.. might as well take it to read eh? haha.

mmm.. then during GP, raja read a passage of handsome's essay. have to admit, was very very well written? mmm. not bad not bad. haha.. but yea. roy is weird. talking to me bout accidents? erm. rrrrrright.

whatever.. not like they really matter. they are just eye candy for me in that dreary place. bah. an yes. that stupid indian housewife walked into class today, stinking up the whole room. i swear, when she left? all was well? good gawds. its smelt like a combination of old moldy socks and dog shit. wtF kz.

bah. tuition later. really no mood. my head's pounding, chest's all stuffy. cant breathe.. *ack*