the jellyfish is back. last thursday sick, so miss quite a number of unimportant lessons, like lit and geog :). was like in warehouse recovering well...

things seem to be piling up everywhere and every time, when u finish something, another appears.

DMC - after finishing the shooting, it should be a break, then a sound addition part comes out, making time more packed.

homework - at first, there should be a little, and today, 17 homework appeared! this morning he was saying that 10+ homework is considered normal for a triple science class... i agree with this statement to a certain extent, but i am in physical science, so is 10+ too much??? but luckily for today, 17 includes tons and tons of maths... :)

and somehow, the times of overwhelming amount of homework falls on T2W3 to T2W4, i wonder why...

everything clashed yesterday. first, there were 10+ homeworks waiting to be cleared, then SPA occupied the free 1 hour time, there is DMC yesterday... which leads to me unabling to complete mi chem exam paper WS.

>.<

chem lessons are jokes.

i thought i was the only one who did not complete. but when CAC asked us who completed, there was no hands... her face turned from rosy pink to charcoal black.

she gave us a chem test which intended to be counted,but after the time limit, nobody finished, so she gave some tips, we are still blur blur... , in the end, she gave us the answers.

that is the way we like it.

things that clash AGAIN tomorrow, DMC, homework, volleyball thingy.

super sian of teaching A maths, espacially if i teach for 10 minutes, then i found out that the person is like (oh yeah... right...) and when ask him for revison, response (huh??? wad talking u? can u repeat again???) tell him that u are fed up... (jeff, i'm hurt.)

!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!

that's all, muz go back to the maths world.

(jellyfish swimming back to the world of mathemetical dimension and knocks its head on the ceiling.)

Quote for today: people likes to write with you in the limo, but when the limo breaks down, people force you to buy a new one.

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