Today.

I got my butt & books out of the house. And went to lunch. An interesting lunch, if I may add. Not the usual kinda faces I associate with. Felt a tad jittery, some few awkward silences, but. Had fun. Gulped water like there's no tomorrow. Didnt finish the kway teow.

Got my hands on me exam questions. 12. 16. 20th june. It's like just as I was about to feel ready for the semester, waaaaaaaah wait. (pseudo panic) it's already ending?! And again, I caught myself. Deciding to attend class. Or not. I admit, I enjoy the train ride and people-watching more than being in class and question-answering. So no cookie points for guessing if the books made it out of my bag.

I gashed my left hand while passing the wire-fenced bus stop near my house. Dont ask me how. Pretty deep. And fugly. babyboo called in time to hear me lamenting. Antiseptic may have saved the day but I think I'm scarred for life.

Health status: Measurable. hahas. That was what I saw on my NYJC Health Report card. ayseh, that was what I'd been labelled for the skinniest, chiselled-est-chin, tummy-trimmest, days of my life. Wonder what would it be these days. hint. ROOM-FOR-IMPROVEMENT.