Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Blood On Teh Dance Floor

It's an MJ song. MJ rocks, not matter how easily his nose falls out.

So. New year, man. New (air-conned) class. Which is bloody cold. Coz WR and I sit exactly at where the frost lands. ... I don't love our physics teacher, but it's gonna make an A1 alot more attainable and I guess I actually want to make that trade-off. 3I seems sorta okay. No truly bitchy or butchy people. I actually found the Xiao Hui dude bloody funny. And now I seem to pay more attention during lessons. Hope it'll be permannent. Either that or it's the 5 minute self-delusion that I am actually motivated. I really pity our Chinese teacher. Obviously, she a noob newb, therefore the enthuness. It's just sad that her soul will soon be crush and trampled and pwned by the guys.

Can't say I miss 2A. And I don't think anyone truly does. They just like their friends there. Fair enough.

Coming next, my Folie album review. I'll try to be as fair as possible. Yea, right.

We will never believe again
Kick drum beating in my chest again
We will never believe again
Preach electric to a microphone stand
~(Coffee's For Closers) by Fall Out Boy

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