Finally, after the poor driver�s 3rd attempt at fixing the doors (he opened this compartment on the� uh� �tram ceiling� but don�t know what he did with it), they finally decided to co-operate and closed with a slight tug. Phew. To think that he still thought it was just a fault� nothing to do with a bottle down there! Wahahaha. Felt pretty triumphant. So glad that no one (I hope?) noticed that it was MY bottle which caused the stir. Anyway, once the tram started to move again, I reached down (really cautiously) to pick my bottle up, then used my file to hide it. Hehe. All�s well that ends well.

On a different note altogether, I think am developing a liking for Mayo. (No, not the whitish slab of creamy substance which you spread on your breads�)
Dearest mm, I know you won�t understand this, but, yes I do like him pretty much. Hehe. (But of course, not in the romantic sense) He�s just strangely, strangely attractive and I�m deeply overwhelmed. The intense stare he gives me as he conducts his lectures. The whole bank of knowledge he stores up in his mind. Well, what can I say? Smart men never fail to attract me.