Friday, August 20, 2010

Wow in My SchooL



This is a norm, you may not seen it around but I can guarantee you, YOU SMELL IT!! 
I HATE smoker but what can I do? Kill them off? 
Well, not to say I am staying with one of them. At school, when I walking down the emergency staircase,
I usually smell it.
When I walking into a wash room, again~ smokers.
When I stuck in a tutorial room, the room smell like one.
When I waiting for the previous class to be dismiss.
Guess what, I saw some foreigner sitting comfortably outside the class and smoke like chimney!
No one cares~
WTH


Next thing gonna talk about is, during lecture class or tutorial class, 
partially of the students doing this. Aiming for the white board and lecturer slide. 
I cannot deny that we are so spoil~ There is no more education value when technology is doing so mucH!
Well, you can sort of "ENJOY" different ringtone ringing in the same room every second and people who act like a BUSINESS MAN walking out and in the room picking up phone calls and some just like walking in visit the class. 
Some was like an actor or actress, after signing their attendance then they vanish~


Yea, usually you will see all kind of modelling student walking around the school with mini skirt, so eager to show their "secret inner beauty". I know you going to say I have red eye on their skinny leg or good S shape body which I don't have. Okay, whatever, I just feel like...am I entering the wrong class. You can observed different kind of hairstylist going in and sit near by you.. 


Next, something unavoidable which is PEOPLE LIKE TO TALK a LOTTTT!!!
No idea why they have so much to talk and no enough time to prepare for midterm, assignment, skipping training, absence for activity and etc. Missing in action by giving series of excuses. POOR one. 
You got to be clever and creative enough in it also persuasion. Gotcha~

Besides, I start to phobia studying in library. I cannot stand anymore. IT is so NOISY. Even if I plug in my MP3 I can only listening to the talking of the geek nearby me. Some just drop my library to TALK. 


this is not the expression of shock but too COLD.~ Yea, I can't even feel my fingers when I am doing my experiment. Sometime in class, I just feel so distracted with the temperature. Library, not to say, NO JACKET NO ENTRY. I am not sure. Some of them born to be a polar bear or maybe cold one. MAYBE. and May Be.


Now what is this going to do with my topics. Well, people like to use public access personal computer which provide in school to download movies, playing games, facebooking and everything. Except study related stuff. When I am urgent to use, I can't even find one vacant. And when I want to use, most probably the PC is one of the breakdown one or missing some of the component one.

Library incident again, people like to listen to music aloud, they though they are sharing =.= some of them is watching movie in public~ tune up so loud. I can't even read my study page properly. =.= Damn distraction.
Some not to say playing dota, counterstike, and blah! They shout like kids @

 Well, I better be here, safer and happier. But this place is usually people trying to trap me. !!
Yea, I meet some of people around keep saying discouraging words to me, 
nagging me not to find trouble just live one with failure life [so much more peace]
laughing and blaming you which he or she can't do much. 
they criticize and using words like swords. Arrowing you and spray you with bad thought and make you fall. 
Some time I really feel down by all this things, they try to make you emo-ing like them. 
Ya I always feel one shoes and soon I end up emoing my life and handicapped like them~~
I gonna stop all this life and put a full stop. 
ENOUGH! I will crawl out this abyss and stand on the ground. I don't care how much time left or how much time I take. I know I am the one who can change the history. I know every fall harden my heart and my soul. Every tears which I spent for my love ones expand my wisdom. Yes I can, cause you can, I have no reason say I can't do it~

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