Okay, remember the time I said in an entry that I love the smell of haze? I take it back because the smell has gone from intoxicating to several notches up, and it makes me cringe all the time when I'm outside. Not that I am not retarded enough but I look even more retarded when I cringe. It's so smelly ho-kay. Where is rain when we need it the most? Dear God, please have mercy on us, on our noses, throats and lungs. Please let it rain.

I was so tired when I got back from school today, I decided to just wear myself out completely. Because I know I will doze off till God knows when if I lay down on my bed, as soon as I put down my bagpack, I took my wallet and I was off to the supermarket to get the condiments for iftaar. And let's just say that I am now absolutely knackered.

You people should also know that I bake some mean pizza. I baked one for Nas who's at home nursing his leg and one for my family. He text-messaged me saying that it was nice. I dismissed it thinking he was just out to make me feel happy. But as soon as I sank my teeth into a rather huge slice, I was convinced that I should cook for a living. hur hur. It was *that* good.

Anyway, I've made a mental note about a trip to joo chiat complex tomorrow as I need to check something out at muzika records. But given how muflis I am now after all the grocery shopping this week alone and the cab fare to causeway point and back, I'm going to have to give it a second thought.

On to school (yet again). I was very worried when I saw the response from one of my classes, upon receiving practice papers for their Paper 2. Needless to say, it was utterly disappointing. I remember how uplifting it felt whenever our teachers gave out past year papers or other schools' exam papers for us to practice. We weren't geeks to say the least. I guess we were just motivated and we sort of just embraced whatever material the teachers had for us, with open arms. And I was just wondering... are students of my generation worlds apart from the students that I now teach?

You know what I'm most baffled by?

The fact that my students whine a lot more than I do. Even stranger is how most of those who whine are boys, The horror. If there is one thing that puts me off the most, it has to be whiny boys.
Kwinella @ 8:12 PM!