Lime-ricks for Lemons

Today was, as things usually go on weekend-eves, like BLAH BLAH BLAH GET IT OVER WITH in class. I think i've reached a deadend for geog, like everything moves in but nothing goes in. something like that. Or as JC our beloved fizzyks teacher would put it, all the electrons get stuffed into the plate. then again, something like that.

Of course, soon guilt and conscience would have a discourse within me and evetually reach the conclusion that Nietzsche that bastard was right all along, but then i'd cry myself to sleep and tell myself (maybe lie) that everything is fine, i just have to work hard.

Aiyoh what am I talking about?
Nevermind, everyone has the right to rant.

Maths is so interesting. Really. not because we've had an equivalent of about 3 - 4 lessons in a month, but rather that Mdm with-the-slipper our math teacher is actually nice to chat to.

"Madam, are you Cantonese?"
- quote Me

"Which dialect group has the prettiest women huh?"
- quote the Mdm

" ... Cantonese lah!"
- quote Me

This i concluded after accutely observing that there are more female celebrities coming from Hong Kong rather than the province of 福建 (hokkiens, please step aside).

A poem for your pleasure, based on discussions made about no. 9 on the bus:

The mercy of killing is likely to fail
When scumbags like ******h still prevail


Move over, Frost.