School's heating up and certain lessons are getting more intense.
Zubok and Pleshakov say the Cold War was predetermined because the imperial / revolutionary paradigm had to resurface. Gaddis and Vojtech agree to a certain extent.Oh yes, I forget; 'to a certain extent' is not a politically / grammatically correct statement in History. History's mindboggling, and it does put language to the test. I detest doing readings, especially those of historians who enjoy snubbing readers [or maybe only me] throughout the chapter with their use of indigenious oh-i-am-smarter-than-you language -
the myo-oks collaborated with the thungyis. Like, what the fish!?
Art lessons aren't alot better. What I orginally thought was a 3.5 hour lesson a week has evolved into a 7 hour lesson weekly solely limited to the confines of the pathetically small Art room and the multipurpose block enveloping it. And what do I do for Art? Draw potted hibiscus and shrubs week after week. It gets infuriating after a while, when all I rather do / want to do is engage in photography or get down and dirty with China clay. It doesn't help that my LaSalle teacher thinks I'm an SPG or the likes, who possibly frequents Collyer Quay on weekends when a new shipment arrives.
This was what he [David, my Art teacher] told me on Thursday.
D: Have fun over the weekend, Eileen. Be good and stay out of trouble.
E: I never do get into trouble.
D: You must be kidding, I bet you do.
E: I..
D: Now be good.
Assumptions.
Saturday was a happy day; bumped into Gen, Jo and Wans [along with Eddy] in town.
I FINALLY got to meet Eddy, and was bursting with excitement during the little 3 minute walk to meet him and Wans, much to Dippy's utmost displeasure.
Sahara's got the most breath-taking landscape; I really want to be there.
And if Dippy and I do get married, we're going to go jeeping across Nepal for our honeymoon; how exciting!
9:45:00 pm
