So I couldn't sleep well last night. (I couldn't bloody breathe. And oh yah I dunno if it's just me or it's really the air-conditioner here but for the past few days I've been feeling really cold. I can actually feel the gust of wind blowing direct above me. The weird thing is that Erica and Jalen don't feel it... hmm...)

But awaes, moving on... Ya so I couldn't wake up this morning. In fact I'm still groggy right now, I feel like a zombie. So I thought I could get some sleep on the damn bus but came this idiotic man who for some weird reason made a new fren with some nice (naive, truth be told) chap. Then he started talking. LOUDLY. "Oh errrr. Who the hell?! What the hell?!"

Then he went on and on about his sad, sorry life. Seriously, that's the last thing I need to hear early in the morning. And the worse part, he moved right next to me then went on to sit BEHIND me! Oh my god, I tell you... I felt like ripping his head off. And that nice (naive, truth be told) chap just kept on entertaining him. -__- For gdness sake, SHUTTUP!

Grrr... that was torture. That 1/2 hr seemed like 1/2 a day. You know how much slp I could get in that 1/2 hr?Throughout it all, he just sounded so FAKE. FAKE! So bloody fake, I felt like slapping that fella. If he wants to seek pity, pls do it somewhere else. I have a feeling he's a stalker. He reminds me of that psychotic Jim Carrey show, Cable Guy. All he wanted was a friend and he started to be a bit freaky, stalking him 24/7.

Well, gd luck nice (naive, truth be told) chap! I just hope he doesn't make anymore appearances on 53 cos tt's just forced suicide.

So there... MY sad, sorry tale. Hmph!



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