Sitting on the Eurostar, I'm on my way to Rome.

I met some girls in the Convent and we had breakfast together. They're surprised (I think they thought I'm stupid) that I paid that much for a train ticket (L90,000), but I'm glad I can afford the Eurostar. I need to feel safe enough to sleep on a train. 

I couldn't sleep last night. Too hot + too many mosquito! >o< I'm so tired, my eyes got bite! Those bloody Italian mosquito!!!!!

I didn't fall in love with Italy as I thought I would be. It's dirty, poor, dangerous. It costs me great fear and pressure as I dun speak Italian while everyone of them refuse to speak in English. And it seems that I have trouble finding accommodation, while nobody can find my name when I called back. People are rude. They're not nice, not friendly, I dunno why people say that they are passionate. Italy is just like what Andrew told me. I simply wanna see what I oughta see then get outta here. Maybe it'll be better in Rome. I hope.

4/7/01  12:20