Saturday, April 01, 2006
Unwell
I reckon that i speak for the majority of us when i say that i pine for a extention or even a repeat of our short-lived stay at Millennia Institute. Haha, come to think of it, i suppose Millennia certainly deserved its name, considering how run down the campus was (think post-war conditions). However, i shall spare you the agony of being put through yet another sappy and nostalgic post.
CJC has been expectionally average. The classrooms, while tiny (a third of Barker's classrooms?), are snug enough for the nineteen students of 1T06. I am in dire need of slacker friends; my classmates are impossibly hardworking! Oh, a new student transferred over from a geography class; i am no longer the newest member of this class. Newbie!
As i had been experiencing an exorbitant number of migraines (snicker) lately, i gave school a miss today and instead went to honour the Seng Kang Polyclinic with my visit. I collected my MC after all the usual red carpet treatment. Sigh, I wish people would just treat me normally.
On a side (and less important) note,Sham also got her scraped knees bandaged with what appears to be two used rags.The bundling of the bloody rags were impeccable; we had to resort to buying scotch tape from Compass Point's Popular to tauter the drooping mess. In the process of doing so, Sham upskirt-ed close to two hundred men. I predict a rise in the number of soggy tissues in dustbins tonight.
All this shit was followed by some studying (mindless highlighting). I taught Christine two chapters of economics and the meaning of her existence.
My Motorola E398, due to some peculiar reason, is fucked. I can't text anyone with it or the voluminous contraption hangs on me. Sigh, I adored this phone.
I want Joel's laptop.
40 people know what's good for them.
