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Wednesday, January 17, 2007
holla
Odd isn't it. I complain about the time constrains about everyday school, the fatigue, the stress levels but here i am being able to blog almost everyday! Why oh why... This thought struck me today when i walked past a group and they were discussing how they spent their Tuesday afternoon. Mugging, CCA was the 2 words that i caught. Nevertheless, i was happily spending it editing my skin and blogging. Somehow blogging has become my daily rant. A place where i can just look back on the school day that has passed into the pages of history and either savour it or just bitch about it.
My simple form of escapism.
GP tutorial was different, in a good sense. Now that my usual tutor is off for a HOD course, her replacement is totally different from her. While my teacher was the argumentative sort, her replacement is more of a casual person who brings the lesson to you and also tries to add her personal touch to it. GP lecture after that was a rowdy affair. It was so noisy that the lecturer actually asked if we wanted her to end the lecture. Cheeky LT replied a resounding "yes" in unison.
Chuckles followed, but the lecture went on anyway...
Math today: Holocaust. Definate integrals and a very angry tutor doesn't make a sweet lesson. We were blasted for everything under the sun that ranges from our manners, to our lackadaisical attitude, to us being pampered (somehow the Malaysian floods came into the picture), so on and so forth.
After yet another shocking (hey, it's the topic electricity) physics tutorial which saw some gradual improvements in my work, it was off to PE. Games day, badminton. Woah, the joy of finally getting a chance to play instead of running and doing physical conditioning was shortlived. It was more like a watch-and-learn-play-a-lil kinda lesson. We spent half the time sitting on the floor watching the teacher show us the basics of badminton. Gosh...
Gym-ed... Dear dear, i am so tired now. But that ton of homework awaits. Darn.
Reply tags:
Sandra:
Well, you needed an expensive tutor to make it fun for you!
Timo:
Yeah, i remember you had a blogskin titled 'Simplicity' too...
Joel:
WOLS pace, but i still catch no ball man.. damned i tell you
Zeph:
My mungen bro, miss you too man. Hope MJ's been kind to you!
Willis:
Yeah, this time i got a black kid. And this time he's little too
Zhou:
To us, VS will always be the best no matter what man..
Cher:
EH, you use syringe okay.. not that water gun okay! Staying away from your class
Stace:
Guess we all kinda missed the sun a little eh... Fashion student evolved into fashion designer ah?
ok... i am off...
Mumbled @ {7:50 PM}
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