Wednesday, July 27, 2005
" Learning the troublesome days of mathematics ; 5:18 PM "
Well, it's typical eh?
I feel like I've not posted for an eternity or somethin, and it feels so lechek to post now.
I just went to help my father fix the bulb in my parents' room! So stupid, you know! I shall hate bulb-fixing forever. It's so gross when you take the lid
off and see dead flies. Yuck, and super duper yuck.
Today, Hema, Prakash and Haridass came to my house.
We were supposed to do the tamil project and actually, yeah, we managed
to plan stuff. Now, the only thing on my mind is Tamil tuition.
Oh Lord, I'll have to suffer while Mrs. N starts
blabbering. Ugh..
She's that type..the talkative swot..
One happie wappie factor of today is me gettin 73 for tamil.
Two more marks to glorious 'A'.
Well, blah, who cares. I'm so tired today.
Probably beaten out of my low dim wits already..99.9%
Anyway, Maths is super duper supe swotty snotty blotty shotty snobby idiotic. I can't stick the blurdy subject. I don't understand why I have to suffer and tolerate the inhalance of Maths. It's like sniffing glue.
Eeeeeeeeee
YucK
yUcK
YuCk
I HATE
HATE
....
so much so of everything
I feel like I've not posted for an eternity or somethin, and it feels so lechek to post now.
I just went to help my father fix the bulb in my parents' room! So stupid, you know! I shall hate bulb-fixing forever. It's so gross when you take the lid
off and see dead flies. Yuck, and super duper yuck.
Today, Hema, Prakash and Haridass came to my house.
We were supposed to do the tamil project and actually, yeah, we managed
to plan stuff. Now, the only thing on my mind is Tamil tuition.
Oh Lord, I'll have to suffer while Mrs. N starts
blabbering. Ugh..
She's that type..the talkative swot..
One happie wappie factor of today is me gettin 73 for tamil.
Two more marks to glorious 'A'.
Well, blah, who cares. I'm so tired today.
Probably beaten out of my low dim wits already..99.9%
Anyway, Maths is super duper supe swotty snotty blotty shotty snobby idiotic. I can't stick the blurdy subject. I don't understand why I have to suffer and tolerate the inhalance of Maths. It's like sniffing glue.
Eeeeeeeeee
YucK
yUcK
YuCk
I HATE
HATE
....
so much so of everything