I'm trying to think about what makes life tick currently. Besides buffets of course.BTW, Sun and Surf's New Year's Brunch was short of my expectations. My previous do a long time ago (4 years back) with Boon and gang still remains the benchmark of all buffet lunches.

Anyway, I just missed an important meet with my friends at the SS2 Mamak last night, because of my need to sleep more and wake up early the next day for my Critical Reading and Thinking class. I don't think that Dr. Shameem would see this, but if she did, it wouldn't harm her either. The fact that she's a pain in the arse sorta proves that she's actually succeeding in making me work my brain muscles work overtime. So what makes life tick following an assignment to dissect the following sentence:

What is a good weekend?

Crap I tell you, which is what we actually came up with. And my group spent 3 hours preparing this crap only to come to class today to see that she's not here but she has prepared another assignment: "critically analyse the following two poems". I'm not about to mention the two poems, suffice to say I've had enough arguments over parent-child relationships for today.

I hate thinking critically for a lecturer. It just defeats the purpose of thinking critically. Crappy subject.   ¶ 23:39