[i desired to blog at around 4 pm..]
i'm sitting here again. same seat, same place, same room, same pen, same notebook, same teacher, same faces. i've always wondered how i get to survive this torture day by day. nothing's changing apparently. i still dont understand a single thing that the teacher is trying to say. hayy. overload. and still, every now and then, a strain of thought would pop into my head and would make me want to sit in front of the computer and blog my thoughts away. i tore a piece of paper and decided to write them...
...too bad the teacher had to leave.
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