Choosing And Picking Up The Correct Solution

some points of things that happened and i had this morning till afternoon.

• speed teaching by Miss Elya -- because of yesterday's incident of raging madness to us ( her students ), she probably still not recover yet from the anger that she had yesterday's morning. she broke her 'lovely' trademark ( a metal pointer for teaching purposes ) into two, i guess. well, i was not there at that morning ( woke up late ) and the details i received are not so specific. madness, anger, a feeling that is really drain your energy, and your self control. and this morning, she teach us using what i thought to be a new style of teaching students like us, speed teaching. she lecture us with tons of speeding words, faster than a bullet shoot from 35mm caliber West And Smith revolver, and we have to cram all the points into our ears and process it as fast as we could, and she was just talk and talk and talk, and replace the slides, not even consider to ask us if we finished copying all the notes or not. it was disasterous, with her raging ' free lecture ' too. and thanks to the new technique of teaching, we finished a chapter within an hour.

• in front of my eyes, far away, and the future -- let me introduce to the characters first. a girl, just call her G, another girl named I, and another girl, named A. G and I are studying with me in Uni10 Tercinta. and A is staying on the other region in Selangor. and all wants my attention, wants me to consider their feelings, their heart. i'm not a playboy, nor Giacomo Girolamo Casanova. no, i'm not! so please, shut your negative thinking towards me. i'm not playing any games here with these 3 girl that came into my life, and i'm not a heart-breaker-machine. i don't know how to choose, and how to keep the others calm and accept any of my further decisions. maybe, just maybe, you still think i am a playboy, or casanova, or anything else. i'm used to that label. and i've got that mark since in my previous years in high school. is it wrong, if more than 1 girl wants you to be your sweetheart? is it your fault, when more than 1 girl wants you to love her like how she loves you? is it true that you are a playboy if more than 1 girl wants you to be her most beloved person after her own parents and family members? think, think and think. please, i'm stressing it 1 more time, and much more harder, I AM NOT A PLAYBOY! when i'm alone, no one stays by my side, sharing every feelings that i had at that time, no one. i don't care if i'm alone. i'm always alone, left behind by my own beloved friends ( not all ), suffering alone when others happily enjoying their nights. i don't care. i can survive if i'm alone, even though i would be crazy at that time. think, and think, and think. and don't just label anyone with anything based on what you see only, but from what you heard, saw, and analysed. done.

• warning! incoming tests -- ok, this friday i'm going to have my first Physics test for Trimester 3, and on sunday, it's my first Calculus test waiting for me and my other fellow friends. good luck guys, and girls. i still didn't start any of my serious study, except for a little and moderate revisioning and turning the textbook pages anywhere i think is necessary. i've got my physics quiz mark from K, and i don't know is it true or not. but if it is true, i'm going to make it as my first inspiration towards greater and higher results.

• i'm starving -- even though last night i've had my big meal, still, this morning my stomach keep singing ' Happy Food Day ' loudly ( today is not a food day ). i don't know what to eat, and just having a cup of my lovely teh tarik from Kak Ros Foodcourt. and this evening too, i'm going to have a running feast, held by Kor subject. ahh, starving made my language turns into prehistoric version ( so merapu ).
  

ok, that's it. i'm done.