Illusion.

Scrambled frantically into class this morning, all panicky and anxious. Guess where I found my bio textbook?
In the class cupboard.
Heh.

I love morning sleepy bus rides with isa-belle.
With consideration of the fact that I troop into the bus every morning looking like a dishevelled mad scientist cum zombie, whatwith my hair falling haphazardly all over my face giving me multiple thick feelers and my eyes barely open, brushing against other sleepy beings on the bus and not giving a hoot whether or not I hit them, it's amazing that I am still able to communicate with her moderately well despite my lack of repose. (And not yell at her face; I am so not a morning person)
Sometimes we can both sleep like logs, totally dao each other or engage in mindless random banter about anything under the sun. And most of the time we're the only ones talking in the bus, because everyone else is catching up on shut-eye.

Some of our places were changed today, and I am very disgruntled.
The awesome foursome of atikah aqilah risa and me have now split and we're all at different ends of the classroom.
This. sucks.
But at least I'm sitting beside ah tat, which is definitely a consolation.
Just don't molest me 24/7 okay, tat? Hahahaha.

Found out at the prata shop that tessa's in Ms June Lee's ballet class.
ZOMG I TOTALLY WENT NUTS.
I am so going to visit her.