hahaa... it's funny how i often thought of so many things to write about and then everything's just a blank when i finally get to this page. so it's just random thoughts now...

a friend texted, exclaiming how long we've known each other. 10 years, haha, TEN years! and i'm sure we'll have many more 10 years to go. =)

found my planner from two years ago and looked thru it. i used to be so busy with non-academic stuff and i really did miss those times. doing things because i liked doing them. having procrastinated much too long, many issues have become too pressing for me to ignore and striking items off the list and taking those post-its off the board everyday has become so exciting i proceed to tear them menacingly to bits before saying a final goodbye.

found some old notes, old texts and recovered those memories. i'm sure i've told this before but i don't care. it's so funny i'm going to tell it all over again. so i took this german language class and being a elementary class, having no prior knowledge was a prerequisite. and there was this dude with four years of background (but he didnt get a cert in the end i wonder why) who was in my class, claiming he had clean forgotten everything and had to 'start anew'. and the nightmare started....
let's call him mr sth (i advocate privacy protection =P) is irritating, outlandish, insistent, insensitive, and __,__,__,__,__,___. (insert negative attributes). i guessed my weirdo-field must have attracted him over and as though he derives ecstasy from making my blood boil, my good demeanor wore off pretty quickly. he sleeps in class claiming he knows what was being taught, and realising how wrong it was for him to say that, quickly reverted to 'oh i'm listening with my eyes closed so i can focus'. nice try. during tests when dumb people like me are wrecking my brains for the answers, he finishes within mins and announces it to the world by flipping his papers front to back, back to front. nevermind that usually they were 3-page papers, he made them seem like the yellow pages. he looks at people, thinking they are idiots. and the ultimatum was when he brought a mac's meal into class, 45 mins late, chomping on his food, without any respect for anyone, the teacher included. the ever so nice lady finally blew her top and kicked him out of class. on the last class, we ended up walking to the elevator together when i told him how the world was going to be great again without having to see him ever again. you have to try to understand the pure joy and ecstasy that flowed after. a few weeks later, on the exam day, i saw him looking high and low amongst the crowd, for me, apologising for all the stress he's caused over the past semester and that he would change for the better now that he knows. I was really guilty for making someone feel so bad. yes, was. because by some tinted fate we got into the same class again the next semester and i realised nothing quite changed.

how everything he did made me tick, want to pull my hair and built pressure high enough to be released right out of the ears. i complain and complain and complain. times were really bad then. but now as i recall the events, they are just memories of this weirdo. very funny memories. i never saw him again, or even bum into him in school. i guess he really steered clear. lol... it would be really interesting to know how he's doing now. or not... hahaa

ok i'm such a bad storyteller. i know. but here's another one.

it was the first semester in my second year. this freshie came up to me frantically asking for directions to room no. 58 or some no. like that. looking at the directory board in the north spine gave room nos up to only their 40s and i quickly told him most probably it's in the south spine. and you should probably know that the spines are not exactly too close to each other. considering how often i get lost myself, i advised him to get a second opinion before proceeding. after some wandering i found myself heading towards the library in the north spine when i saw another directory and wala! room 58 was right there. and i thought to myself, oh dear, i hope he asked some other person who told him the right thing. so i was waiting for the elevator and there were these bunch of really tall guys in front of me. they got in first and i was pushed to one corner. and beyond the great divide, i heard this guy exclaiming how he went all over to the other spine and back because this one girl told him, how sweaty and late he was for class, complain complain complain. and you could guess how awkward it was when the great divide, who happened to be this guy's friends, parted and we saw each other. i apologised and scooted off without a second look. hahaa i hope he's found his way around school much better than i do after two years lol

i have so many school stories. walking into the gents, not once but thrice. the magnificent slide down the muddy slope in my white shorts. i think i just might miss school when it's finally over. just one last semester. for the moment at least.

i think i've thanked everyone who remembered, but just in case i left anyone out, thanks again for remembering the day! really to me it's just another day, but still it's heartwarming to hear from people i dont meet too often. people who didnt... hahaa... i hope you remember next year. thanks again! =)

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