planned for the last coursework friday today. yes, planned, but not likely to be successful. as expected, some still MIA.
i called, no reply.
how can they do this? deadline was friday two weeks ago. if only i can dump their 90%-done coursework in the trash, i would. simply these 2 dudes - one playing cool, the other, i have absolutely no idea. mood swings have taken control over them. crap.
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as for the handful lot, they are my gems.
working hard to complete and rounding off with jokes in the air everyday in the art room.
the other day wid commented that i can't be seen in the staff room much, because i'm always upstairs. we concluded that i lived in the penthouse of YI. pretty true. oh, and it comes with greenhouse effect too.
and so i held a penthouse party today. filled with silly lanterns and mooncakes. but all they wanted was to play with candles. what is so amazing about lighting candles and sticking them in a line? young minds. :)
then as we were busy with the 3 very hard-working basketball trio, the rest of the party entertained themselves by finding all the possible hiding places in the art room. they also discovered the most dusty spots in the room. it must have been a great discovery day for them lot this night.
we sat round the messy table and talked about singing.
and we break up the party at quarter to 9, nearly locked kelvin in the dark-dark penthouse.
(none of the above have any sensible connections at all)
after this, we would find it hard to be missing words such as:
metamorphosis (by the dictionary of syafiqah's)
intelli-gi-gence (haziq is proud to be that)
hor-ri-gi-ble (that is amir)
"hafiz, who scratched you?" - "Fira bit me." (mr quiet-shy hafiz)
basketball and biscuit in a basket to be found in a pocket (the trio)
totally missed already.
reader k | 9/30/2006 12:43:00 AM |
