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I've just finished tuition, and boy oh boy does mathematics make me hungry. In fact, I was sooooooooooo hungry up till the extent that every page of the assesment book that my teacher turned smelt like, guess what. Chicken pie. -.- I couldn't stop my stomach from growling every 2 seconds. If mathematics were to make me hungry all the time, then I guess I'd become anorexic if I actually practice it all the time, and considering the food amount in my fridge, you'd see my bones wrapped in MY skin. But, too bad I don't practice math all the time, so I'm plumply happy. : )Anyway, today in tuition, we practiced CONGRUENCE AND SIMILARITY. Congruence is, well, easyyyyyy, but similarity is everything and anything out of my mentality boundary. (Just so you know, my boundary doesn't stretch so far, in fact you can see it all the time.)
When Amos (my tutor), gave me a page of similarity questions, I predicted and even saw myself dying halfway. I mean, my hairs were nearly being ripped out from their roots(I pull my hair a lit when I do math), and I was still stuck at the first question! My gosh. Thankfully, he said "you can always ask me if you don't know, you know. *little smirk*" So, ok, I motioned at him when I didn't know a question (which was like 3/4 of the questions). I just looked at him and shook my head, since my voice hasn't decided to return home, after it packed its bags and declared that I was constantly abusing it. Do I? But I can tell that my voice is getting homesick soon. Anyway, so yea, I nearly puked when he showed me another page and motioned that I was to complete it all. I was screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO in my head, but yeah, since my voice wasn't there, so yup. I did the questions. Screwed them up, and when he sighed (when I was still like staring at the paper pulling my hair), I swore that I could've gouged his eyes out with my pilotcoloureno0.7mechanicalpencil IF not for the fact that I didn't want to risk killing him afterwards since he could still testify that I gouged out his sorrowful eyes.
So I just pulled my hair harder (and in another million different directions), before I asked him how to do the question again. I slapped him in my brain though. And envisioned Bun Bun suddenly tearing into the room and eating him up, so I wouldn't be the one being accused of MURRDERR.
Ok, you know what? I'm just gonna enjoy the cute little petit sandwiches from my favourite bakery and forget that this whole thing ever happened. Buh-bye. : )
P.s MEGAN FOX IS A GUY. why didn't it make frontcovers?
posted by parquish @ 1:13 PM
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