second time online today...feel like an idler...why is it that I've spent the whole day so unproductively?? I hate myself for it. THough I do like slacking, I always feel guilty about it...and these 2-3 months have felt like a prolonged slack. I am so gonna pon Lit tmr. Do not wanna hear anymore about Salman Rushdie. One of my Lit lecturer's faves. Ugh. I wanna go to the Vodafone shop and ask if I can get another handphone for my partner card. Ruth needs it. They fed her some crap about not being able to use contract cards in prepaid phones. Oh? Really...well, it's a very unfair world. So I'll have to pop by tmr to check if I can get another phone. Perfect excuse to pon lit. Also, whenever I have something to ask, I can never wait long. I'm a silly, impatient old girl and if something can be done now, I won't be one to procrastinate...well, with exception of exercise and studying. I bet I'll be tortured, tormented by these thoughts for the whole night, till I can get to the Vodafone shop tomorrow morning. I have no idea when they open, but 10am should be safe enough. I hope I can get a phone for Ruth...if not I'll lend her my older phone for the 2 months till she gets back to Singapore and buys a new one...or send one of my family's old phones over...but I should hate to see 5 Euros a month wasted cos of a lack of a phone.