bOriNg. bOriNG. boRinG.
that is the onli word i can use to describe these few days. weirdly, i didn't feel extremely excited after returning from italy. perhaps was too tired, or perhaps i'm aware of the lack of time i'm facing. hafen laughed whole-heartedly after reaching london. mayb it's bcos there's no one here to make me laugh. no one ard me. loneliness sets in again...
must be my room again. ceiling too low, window too small. besides my chair, there's no where else i can 'settle down' other than my bed. can survive one whole day without walking, tat's excluding toilet breaks. was told tat qin hui, the one who harmed yue fei, is still in hell in his 50cm by 50cm prison cell. guess he must haf gone insane oredi. cos i'm getting crazy too.
i'm now black! nobody believes me when i said i'll get very dark after a little exposure to the sun. feel so yuan wang~ c... now here's the proof. but i'm the onli one who's the victim.. the rest will juz 'oh.. i din know it'll b tat bad'... sigh, just my fate..
anyway, something to add on to the italy trip. a WoOdlOUse ran across my pillow~!!! eeeks.. freak me out.. luckily it was caught by jac b4 the next night. pHeW~ also, i was 'invited' to 'help out' in a street performance, like those in covent garden. aAaRgh.. initially tot onli the italians would know of it. but seems like jac took a few secs video of it too. ... ...
doubt i'ld b blogging for the next few days. or even the next few weeks. cos nothing interesting would happen and there's nothing much to write except:
boRinG. bOriNG. boRing.