i was tidying my hurricane-swept table(which, incidentally, is not mine but my sister's. im utilising it-much to the horror of my other sis-cos well, my own's kind of inaccessible already.haha.)when i came across this thing that i wrote during one of my lectures:

"the air-conditioning is freezing. the lecturer drones away, talking about beautiful libraries from the other end of the world. i'm sure these pieces of information will prove useful in my end-term exam--'Describe the architecture of ancient libraries', or something. my attention span has dropped to minimum, any lower and i think i'd slip into my subconscious, or even unconscious, whichever's more convenient. i wonder if the man's here to relief some guilt.. attributed to the hugantic amount the school pays him each month for his labour. the light is dim, which is good. gives the illusion that perhaps i'm just part of his imagination. maybe i'm not even here, but in some fridge somewhere writing this next to frozen meat and eggs. dont get me wrong. i AM paying attention. as much as my freind yawning next to me, and another texting her friend(someone suspicious, if u ask me). i'm here for the justification of my school fees. no i'm kidding. (of course).
i'm here to enjoy the aircon."

i'm usually a good girl, really.