whenever my bus goes by smu, i'm a little more alert because it's always nice to spot a familiar face and share a brief exchange of smiles before the bus ambles away.

looking at the exchange students, memories of sitting at zhong yuan to study in year 1 and watching as "hilfiger" and "D&G" walk past return to haunt me, leaving me with a grin plastered on my face. these guys convinced me that there are men who can actually pull off white capris and look really good.

speaking of exchange students, i have to say that the standards have gone up again. but i'm such a hopeless nut. i can smile at the ok-looking blonde in the gym but i cannot smile at cute brunette on the bus. FAIL!!
anyway, i kid you not when i speak of hilfiger and D&G that way. they looked like they jumped out from GQ casual. makes me wonder where my russian EC disappeared to. sigh...

oh, on a less bimbo/flighty/SPG note, my back is fixed. in one freaking painful session. and it's fixed. but farzad is leaving. who's gonna take care of my back now? before i left his office, he gave me his fatherly exasperated look and tone of voice, "don't fall down anymore."

"i'll try," i grinned back. how was i s'posed to answer? "if i ever trip, i'll shout, 'farzad say cannot fall anymore!!' and defy the laws of gravity."

yar. little miss klutz will try not to fall anymore. try.

on saturday, i didn't fall. i just hit my head with the boot door when closing the boot. my forehead still hurts. oh well. at least it wasn't my spine, right?