Woah, batted in the nets today. It was freaking scary. Thank God I remembered my crotch guard (fondly referred to as a "box"). I would have been painfully removed from my duties to populate Earth if it had not been for my trusty box. I hate my Chinese teacher!!! She is a mainland China-woman who barely has an intrinsic grasp of the medium of instruction---English. You know what? I kind of feel a little sorry for her. She wouldn't even know if a student was swearing at her in her face! What a sad life. For me. Aargh!!! The dread do you know that the sound of shrill bell is music to my ears during her lesson? I mean, literally. I actually count down to the end of her lesson. And I see her 4 times a week!!! Let me draw you an analogy. You hate durians. Every week, for 4 times, you are forced to eat a whole durian. Can you understand the overwhelming sense of relief when you finish eating it? I shall leave you with that, some food for thought.

A demain,

Bryan