Bookie Monster

Yum yum yum *gnash**gnash*.

I've been finishing off books every day of this and last week ever since I realised that they were better to look at than the MRT floor.

I read John Wyndham's "The Chrysalids" on Monday because I couldn't find anything good in the library since I wanted to get back to the LT before Chinese laoshi wondered why I was taking so long to go to the toilet. Okay but too wacky and the morality spins itself into a weird tangle. I found a gold-covered Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colffer on Tuesday and liked the style, so I chewed up the sequel "Artemis Fowl and the Artic Incident" on Wednesday. Today it was the last Colffer book I managed to dig up, "The Wish List". I suppose I'll have to jump author tomorrow unless I missed something.

Mm. Today I encountered three scumbags in school. For a second, I would have loved to be really dangerous and knocked a few teeth out. I admit, though reluctantly that I was almost on the brink of starting a fight. But never mind cause I didn't let it show. Though it's a pity that such people even get in.

Ah wells. I might have a pri-sch outing on Saturday.