Everyone was, and not me only. I could've taken a picture of the half-dead sleepy/tired EAS mates dying resting their heads on their tables motionlessly, but nooooo I was tired too.

Could've gotten our papers back during the class, but lanky pretty Miss Zari broke her promise.

Miss Zari : "I'll be done marking your papers in 20 minutes"

The living dead that is us : *mumbles something incoherent* Nyehjdfsk;alskdjdfhfh

While we were busy rotting to our death that is caused by sheer boredom and maybe plain hungry falling alseep that pretty lanky lady kept on going in and out. End result? We never got back our papers. She took up the whole class to be done marking and she's still not finished marking it.

Oh Zimah and me looked through this oldass article from National Geography about Chironex a.ka. somethingalongboxfacejellyfishthat'slikesocreepyandprettyatthesametimewhentheystingthelifeoutitspreyandyeah.

I felt a tad bit like Johnny Quest with all the new scientific discoveries only by reading a magazine that costs more than you can pay your food... all in three weeks. That innocent looking book that lied on top of your table innocently shone its educational radiance practically buuurrrnnnssss holes in your wallet.

Have I mentioned how ghei pedophillic perverted different our new Sociology teacher is? Oh I haven't told you that Miss Jules had left to study... the damned Sociology, of course. And now we're stuck with Mr John Simmonds who - I think may be deliberately done - says thiiiinnggs to us. This white guy is cool but when he opens his mouth, weiirdd stuff comes out. No, not some sort of an alien inborn that's spewed out like vomit. If that happened, that would be interesting.

For a whitey as him who would've thought that the guy could be superstitious? He said to us that the room we were using, which is our classroom for Sociology, is his badluck charm. HAH. I love that man! Through his history in MD he used to teach in our class and had been having streaks of goddamnedthat'sfuckenimpossibleohmydearprettydbskboysjusteatmeup distinctionns and ever since two or whatever years ago it's become his badluck charm. UNTIL he moved to the room wherever he's currently teaching.

In conclusion : I knew there was something wrong with that room! And now I have more excuses to tell my mom why I constantly have a static wonderful grade. :DD I LOVE THIS MAN!! *_____________*

This is one of the things where, if you try to make sense of it, it loses its magic.

But there's one thing that perturbs me about this man : he alllwwaayyss look. At. ME. ALWAYS.
I don't know what I've done wrong, but if that newspaper, I found on an unknown table and drew moustaches on random politicians' pictures and drew a huge pink BUNNY holding up a poster that says "Sociology screwed me! Now it's potato peeling at the darkest basment floor for me for the rest of my life", was his but I'm sorry! I don't hate you, I just hate the screwed up subject you're teaching us.

Break was bleh. A blur, again. All I remember was more of the living dead roaming and conquering the whole college. And normal stuffs that you wouldn't be gasping about, like, a lizard on a bush, five hot guys all sardined in a petite car driven by one of the most richest students in college eloping to Canada and maybe have an orgy fivesome driving off to the Mall most probably to eat. Yeah, nothing very spazz-worthy.

Speaking of spazzing, there was one... minor incident that caused to spazz for less than three seconds and had to regain myself to avoid further suspiscion. Besides it's been going on from break till the end of PS. Imagine this girl with an active imagination and food-deprived and sleepy and wants entertainment. She resorts to imagining things that shouldn't be in her mind.

I love you, Izni. You made my day. And I will kiss your feet and praise and shower you with more love. I wish I can snuggle you in my arms. And no, I am not a lesbian, thankyouverymuch. I just fell in love with this girl's mind.

Maths was okay too. I pity the hostellites, especially the non-Muslim ones. They were dyiiinngg on their tables during Maths class - the worst way of dying. But it would be fun though, bearing in mind that they're weak and not thinking straight, I could entertainment myself by pushing them and say that it was the wind's fault. Yep, it would've been fun.

Miss Yong decided that we shouldn't have class today and for the first time in my life I grew to like her. ThankYOU! Then wasted time with Zaf&Zati. Zati playing around with PS and Zaf was... plainly being Zaf.

Went home around noon and went around Kiarong to have appointments. Bloody hell they hurt so much.

Saya pandai cakap Bahasa Melayu. Really.

which means

You don't look fat in that top. Really.