Slapsticks playing a game of Mao. My observation skills are getting worser and worser. The Chairman (aka. bunch of card players who think Bridge is a very fun game of building bridges, which actually sounds like it. The slack day has begun. Air-conditioned in awkward silence, making momentary sounds of scales. Failure to observe the rule was one of the most retarded criterion for getting through a game of Mao(I found out I had to complete my assignment, which meant a slight game would have tons of observations, and that it would/might last longer and longer till the 3rd lang was over.) Found out that tons of rules had to be set. Stupid politics. Maybe I could control in a game of Mao from now on. And yes, this might seem like 'what, I have to write quite a long post of such a short day cos later still got dumb lessons still need to attend. And senior told me to tank 1st part, so have to practice' and sort of that. Inner concentration is so NOT the opposite of getting the basis of utopia and conversing that the world would be like this. And the random moves one makes can have a slight effect. Must introduce to class. A bit of digression away from the usual dots. IF THE CLASS GETS IT. At least the rules are better than that of chinese poetry + random malay lessons and assignments by our wondrous teacher. TO be continued...(sort of, I have a lagging com over here)
