The Maths Centre

I felt slightly nervous beforehand, and as I stepped my feet into what was aptly called as “The Maths Centre”, I wasn’t quite sure about the place. A man called Mr Menon greeted my dad, my dad enquired ladidaetc whether I can have a replacement class next Wednesday as I’ll have a field trip to Kuala Selangor. He said that I’ll have to take Ms Chan’s class (I learnt from him later that it’s actually his wife, a rather big-sized lady).

Except for one good-looking Malay guy sitting quietly waiting for his Mod Maths lesson to start (as I found out, as well), there are no pretty girls nor other good-looking guys in sight. Ah well. >_>"

The class. Good grief. Is. Quiet. Like. Hell. (sorry for the bad simile) My teacher Mr Menon describes himself as arrogant, and does not want to waste our parents’ money (RM300, mind you) by cracking jokes. So he does crack a lame joke here and there but it’s a bit dull. And he proceeds..well, a bit too fast. But I pretty much worked my brain till I felt completely tired when I reached home.

Before the class started, 3 Indian guys sitting behind me were talking. The conversation goes as follows:

“Eh..just now I kena from my mum man..I think she PMS la or something.”
“Haha really? What happened la?”
“Nola..I was on the phone with dotdotdot while I was taking my bath..that fella la ask me whether I want to play pool or not..then I said yes lo..my mum heard me then she asked me to see her after I finished my bath.”
”(laughs) Then?”
“Then aa..she screw me kau? lo and screamed “WHO TELL YOU YOU CAN GO OUT?” Then I screwed her back..”
“Jesus Christ, that’s your mum man!”

Ecks deeee XD

Add Maths. This subject really gets my brain worked up ~_~ We had four questions on a piece of A4 paper as homework, and 12 other latihan questions if we want to do it (encouraged to do so. heh.)