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Monday, January 08, 2007

today is the damn-it-i-cant-get-seats-on-the-train day.

my competitors were very experienced seat snatchers called 'aunties and uncles'rahhhhh. both trips. they whizzzzed so fast before i could get my butt on the colourful acrylic seats. the uncle stared at me somemore, when my legs were seriously aching. i needed a seat badly!

was reading the history textbook and i've got this strong feeling that i'll flung. BOOHOO.