the portable door by tom holt

actually, i have nothing interesting to post. days passed with low level of excitement and living them with daily dosage of assignments and more revising.

but i got to admit, gossips are fun. so, ever since the day that she misunderstood what i said, i begun not to talk too much. i mean, only to her (lah). just what is necessary would be fine. but fret not, she's off the subject of Hot Gossips! 24 hours later after the drama. i mean, i do get sick talking about the same topic.

i wonder why its inevitable for me to get good grades for science. the teacher is good. in fact, her notes are all top-notch. maybe, it is destiny. hahaha.

i was browsing thru the __ (i have never counted them, actually.) channels with the feeble remote control that needs constant banging so that it works, and i stumbled upon two lalats having sex! maybe they were not mating. but one lalat was one top of the other. so, i conclude that the male/female was satisfying his/her desire(s).

i was walking when i saw the high heels my tuition teacher wore in her class i left 20 mins ago. three lessons, three different colour but same design. at first, i thought it was really Burberry's. i mean who would think that it came right from Americaya. i assumed she owned them because she do wear Dior watches, Tiffany jewelery and Ralph Lauren shirts, freshly manicured nails (every wk she changes the colour) and hairstyles that magically transform into a different one monthly. lesson learnt from her apart from amaths: when one is claded in genuine designer brands, doesnt mean one cant buy imitations! hahaha

they have finally painted the outer walls of my block. i really like the colour combo.