Take it in my stride

Some pple can be impossible, unreasonable to e pt tt u jus feel like gifing them a punch in e face n yet still sound so indignant e next moment, erasing n omitting all tt had reallie happened n then jus putting down a biased, unjustified account of wad reallie happened. I wun go into details, an incredulous laughter was all I cud muster. Perhaps, it's all e "training" we had to undergo in history, tt made me ultra sensitive to all these kinds of biasedness prevalent in so many pple's writings but well..it is still their freedom n liberty to do wad they want to.

Jus wanted to blog abt it to ged all e negative feelings out of my system, to flush it out n be rid of all e toxicities poisoning my body. Jus a few more mths n i'll be bidding farewell to my 18 yrs of academic life, I'll miss e hist hons class. In actual fact, i hven't reallie gotten to noe a whole lot of other pple tt well, i hven't been to a single hons gathering, and so far hv nt even stepped into e hons rm once but for e few pple tt i've had e chance to noe, it has been a wonderful experience. Hons yr marked e first time tt i was single since my NUS stint began n it was e feeling of belonging to a community or a class, that of finding all e faces familiar, of tis reallie comfortable camarederie in e class tt made my last yr in NUS so much more enjoyable. I reallie hope tt we'll be able to keep in touch after we graduate. Okie, feeling better nw, back to DDR's presentation.