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Friday, September 12, 2003

SBS took the word frustrated to a whole new level for me, it just never ceases to irritate me with its seemingly irregular but *regular* bus arrival times. I couldn't count how many times i'm upset over how long i've waited for a bus which was supposed to come like, every 10-15min, which took 20 odd min today! Had everything to rant about the traffic system here, how drivers drive, how the traffic lights always turn red when my bus approaches it, and a lot more. Its just suck, period. It practically turned my mood bad for the rest of the day,so i'm not gonna speak much about it.

However, night time's a different story altogether, don't know why, haha, maybe its because my harsh feelings cool down easily, way too easily for my comfort sometimes. Spent the night talking, besides watching turn left turn right (which is a good show, i must say. I like it =) ) , and joking with jos, still as crappy as ever, dissing everything, just like in the old sec sch days. To end things off, JJ is teaching at a snail's pace, in almost EVERY topic, compared to other jcs, this is soooooo bad....

Wishing...; 9/12/2003 01:50:00 AM

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