Windstruck.

I'm beginning to feel the stress of taking six modules. My face tells everything. Pimple outbreaks, perpetually frowning eyebrows and eyebags so huge they are reaching my cheekbones.

Most of the time in school I'd have lunch alone. So it's nice once in a while to have someone to have lunch with and to rot away time in between lessons.

It's so windy here along the walkway to the central library. Adelene's final morsel of her chicken cutlet just flew away from the bench. SUPER HILARIOUS. And EMBARRASSING. Teehee. If only I had captured the faces of the two girls who happened to walk past. Classic.