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Finished !

with reading Middlemarch! Yeay! Like it. Will not read it again in a hurry. But I would like to pick it up again after a while.

Will update with the next reading list later.

A bit sleepy. At long last, I watched the Orphanage. Scary gile. Tengok cite sambil squint2 mata taknak kasik nampak sgt. Because I was so darned scared, I paused the movie sometimes during the most "dup dup dup" heart thumping times and watch ANTM in between to calm my nerves. Hahaha. Little children ghost scared me most of all, ok. Huhu.

Well, yesterday AKHIRNYA berbuka puasa jua with Sheema, Gon, Ja and Seri. Had a blast. I think we should just stay put with berbuka puasa di rumah je, lepas tuh je kuar lepak2 di McD. Huhuhu. Gamba2 ada di Seri and Sheema. Kat mana-mana aje nak camwhoring.

Oh, I was reading about ADHD diagnosed in women (even in their 30s and 40s) and got a scary thoughts that maybe I do have ADHD. Heh. Especially on this statement,
The daydreamers. The space cadets. The little girls who making eye contact with the teacher, but whose minds are 1,000 miles away.

Did I tell you that back in school my teacher used to lament on my supposedly inattentiveness? Saying that, whenever I looked at him when he was teaching, he felt like I was disconnected and my ears and eyes are somewhere else. He actually proceeded to draw how I look like in his mind ( face drawn in the middle of board with ears drawn disjointed and really far away from my face, at the edge of the chalkboard) to my embarassment. Gah! Suffice to say, I don't like that teacher all that much.

But maybe I am just inattentive but I actually does hear what he was teaching lor. Parts and stuffs. Bahasa Melayu was boring giler during Form 4 lor. *shrugs*

Hurmph, another round of 'burst blogging' eh?

Comments

Shu said…
bahasa melayu during form 4.. errm.. we had the same teacher thru 98/99 isnt it. i cant recall i learnt bahasa melayu. my bm during spm is the worst in my slip. ceh.
Dils said…
tah... the thing is.. tak igt langsung sapa ajar kite BM thn 99, as macam tak berguna langsung je cikgu tuh, as tak igt langsung ape yang belajar masa form 5 BM and tak reti jwb pon soalan BM tuh time SPM. Hahaha.

98 tu cikgu laki tu (lupa gak nama die). Igt die pon sebab die slalu tahan class lepas abes kelas (bile time klas akhir sblom abes) tak kasik balik awal mocking2 "Kenapa la awak nak kejar sangat nasi kawah tuh"

Hahahahaha. Igt tak?

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