April 02, 2007 Apart from that hideously placed bed in the middle of my room currently waiting for it's new bedsheets to be dried, it's rather neat as compared to how it looked when I first woke up.
It's now 6.17pm and I should bother more about the fact that I haven't been studying much and I have tests coming up and school on Good Friday(God bless, I have no idea why the mad one decides to have school on Good Friday instead of spending time with his kid whom I bet he hardly gets to see because he ends classes as late as 11pm in which is way past the bedtime of a primary school kid. In my opinion, except for the money part, I don't think the kid will appreciate the parent's working so hard because all their effort and "love" is going to go down the drain real quick. He should retire and spend more family time with his kid before his kid can't even remember how the dad looks like.)
Okay, now time to study before I get my ass kicked out of classes and notes withheld. Sometimes it makes me wonder, am I the one paying or do I owe them a favour by joining their classes? Why don't they pay me to attend their classes instead?
Even so if I didn't actually pay for the classes with monetary items, I did pay off with my hard work to use those vouchers( in which this time round I think I'm going to be deprived of because I screwed up.)