Breathe Again
ahh... such a good night sleep i had last night hahaha after all the 'excitement' of assignments i can finally BREATHE! Monday submitted Media, Politics & Public Life (snoozeeee)and Thursday Television and Popular Culture. The first alnighter was fun though cuz got people accompany through morning (thank you deardaniel :D)I don't think i'll ever learn my lesson.. as i have said *sigh*
Anywayz... went for French class this morning - second class only and i was showing signs of lateness +_+ miaaa over and over again i keep telling myself i need a blardy alarm clock but did not take the initiative to buy one.. blEH
*at exactly 9.15 i stopped my car right outside the entrance B of Pejabat Kerajaan Damansara Heights. Ran into the centre ... look right and left... no sign of teacher nor classmate. SHOOT. No clerk around too... die... did they go to another block without me?? THEN i remembered there's another door by the entrance.. so i knocked at that door and quietly push the door open. There she was... Beatrice our French teacher... standing right at the opening of the door i was slowly trying to creep in... looking straight into my eyes.
Me: err..HEHE..bo-bonjour
Scary teacher: BonJOUR! I scared ya didn't i?
Me: *gulpED* *nods nods and proceed to an empty seat*
then the class broke into laughter~~
cold sweat +_____+
Anywayz... went for French class this morning - second class only and i was showing signs of lateness +_+ miaaa over and over again i keep telling myself i need a blardy alarm clock but did not take the initiative to buy one.. blEH
*at exactly 9.15 i stopped my car right outside the entrance B of Pejabat Kerajaan Damansara Heights. Ran into the centre ... look right and left... no sign of teacher nor classmate. SHOOT. No clerk around too... die... did they go to another block without me?? THEN i remembered there's another door by the entrance.. so i knocked at that door and quietly push the door open. There she was... Beatrice our French teacher... standing right at the opening of the door i was slowly trying to creep in... looking straight into my eyes.
Me: err..HEHE..bo-bonjour
Scary teacher: BonJOUR! I scared ya didn't i?
Me: *gulpED* *nods nods and proceed to an empty seat*
then the class broke into laughter~~
cold sweat +_____+
2 Comments:
AHA. You're in the Saturday classes; which level?(Btw, it's L'Ecole...try to use it with the article. It helps).
Beatrice is alright - try to have fun while you still can. The more advanced levels are a killer! I'm in Level 5 with Roufino. ^.^
woiks.... is this mabel??? are you are you?
haha i'm at level 1! still trying to hold the first minute decent conversation of 'Hello, how you doing? What's your name? What is your profession? Where do you stay? etc...' hahaha oH! and i'm still trying to get the hang of the at-the-back-of-the-tongue kinda movement to speak French +_+
I kinda like Beatrice... for the moment la when she's not (yet) frustrated with us hahaha she's quite the devil
I thought you only use 'La' when you're referring to a specific thing? or when it's special? Like le soleil rather than soleil only.
Is Roufino the huge dude who drives an equally kick-ass bike?
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