Bored In Mass Comm Class...

That Martino. What a name for a lecturer. It's a French name, but it's not even spelt properly. Martineau or Martineaux lahh. Just like how Bordeaux is spelt & pronounced as Bordo. Believe it or not, that's the name of our lecturer. I can bet you he's just a few years older than Nick.

He just reads everything from the book that I can't even take down notes. Everytime I think he's saying something outside the book, I look down to find it staring at me.

Journalists are supposed to take down notes, goddammit!!

I roared at him, this Martino. I roared at him because I was momentarily pissed that my presentation partner bailed out due to a headache. He was rather taken aback by my outburst, as was my two male friends Brandon & Casper. Martino told me to calm down, reassuring him everything would be fine. I had literally flung open my classroom door and yelled, "SIR!!" while he was talking to a classmate.

Eventually I relaxed after talking to him. And continued not listening in class. We wrote nonsensical poems made up of emo words & parts of song lyrics. We doodled incessantly. And of course, we had to take a few picstures because Casper is a camera hoe.



The Butterfly Poem. It didn't last long because Lawra's words killed it.


It's hard to miss a larger than life greeting.


Yes, yes. The sign said this...


But we did otherwise. Brandon's breakfast...


My breakfast. We made a mistake buying the same thing & not enjoying it later.


Lawra, Fidah & I. At lunch...Selera Cafe. Not the best one, but it had to do.


Brandon, Casper & Nick.


That sleazy demanding Apek who kept shouting for Chilli & Soy Sauce.


Back in class!!


With our first -and definitely NOT final- group pic!!

Laterz...
Lenny