Nice day... I suppose.

I think almost everyday can be summarised by the title of this entry.

And then the rest are either just plain bad, or perfect days.

Today was okay, like I said.

The lessons went on, blah blah blah, until Chinese where everyone turned sarcastic bastard mode against the teacher. No idea why, but it happened, so it kinda annoyed me.

Kinda.

After school went to this "Marketplace" for lunch with Calvin, Terence, Liang Yu, Patricia and Cheris. Ok lunch, Terence and Liang Yu were crapping all the way and me, being me, just took the job of dishing out the cold stuff.

After that we went home, and I took 961 back to Woodlands from the bus stop opposite Bukit Timah Shopping Centre with Patricia. She lives somewhere else, but she was there to meet someone.

So we got onto the bus, and we sat at the back. Before I sat down, I noticed something interesting: A lone bag on the seat in front of us. It didn't seem to belong to anyone, and after a long hesitation, I picked it up and checked its contents.

The bag belongs to one Jacob Ang, a Primary 5 student I presume, who studies in Riverside Primary. Poor guy, I thought, he's gonna get it when he gets home. He only got the books this year after streaming and now he loses it, along with some money (all $2 and some coins) and his stationery. Hope the poor kid gets it back.

After that I asked Patricia who she was meeting in Woodlands. She just gave me this wide-eyed stared, seemingly implying that I should know. Hey, would I?

Then we got off, after handing the bag to the driver, and then we split after I got caught by a person asking me to buy a charity ticket. I saw my sister with some people I know and a FSOB, and then I bought the ticket to shoo her. I rushed to get a copy of today's New Paper (no, Cal, don't frown), and then went down to get a bus home.

Ah, then I came back and slacked. I played some Flash games. Slacked some more.

Nuahed.

And then now I write this entry. I love it.

See you all.