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You know what, I love blogging because I can backspace words and that was exactly what I did for half an hour before I wrote the first sentence here.

So, basically, we learned some components of literature this week. We discussed on the Key Literary Terms such as critical appreciation, metaphor, personification and blah blah blah...(Everybody knows that. What's the point of typing it here?) On the other hand, almost all Architecture students went for the Wayang Kata(as encouraged by lecturers) so let's give a big applause for our obedience to lecturers!!!

Perhaps you'll wonder why do we deserve such an ovation. First of all, Architecture students finish their(Am I shifting? Mrs Lee would probably say this:shift like mad) classes at 5.30pm and their were told to gather at Central Market LRT at 7.50pm, by hook or by crook. There were so much to do, yet so little time. I and Chia Venn, for instance, eating our catered dinner at bus stop while trying to get a taxi. Well, do imagine a scene in which 2 girls who look as if they have been starving for ages gulping their food at the bus stop, with motorcars traveling to and forth, emitting carbon monoxide,also, dust and dirts...

Next,as known by all and sundry, there's always a room(master bedroom) for improvement in our public transport system. This was another problem for the students to deal with. Even after they caught a taxi, they had to endure the snarl up as it was the peak hour when everybody calls it a day and goes home. After that, they had to squeeze with people in the LRT. As the passengers were packed to brim,it was amazing how they managed to breathe as if the pervasive odd, foul odor was not inhaled or smelled. Last but not least, they reached their destination promptly(some were even earlier) and did not kvetch a word.

Set aside the very challenging intinerary from BU to Central Market, the students had to wade through tuckload of homework at the midnight...Again, I feel like granting all of us The Best College's Students Award...Hehe..

Well, the best thing happened was to have a handshake with the Britain's renowned spoken word artist, Steven Camden a.k.a Polar bear. I won't forget the way he read his poem but I don't remember a single word that he said either. Those words produced by his larynx were like moving at a phenomenally high speed akin to that of light. They entered through my left ear and then disappeared somewhere in the middle before they get to leave via my right ear. One thing for sure was that they were not absorbed by my central nervous system. Anyway, thank to Mr.Derick for leading us to the venue.

It seems like I've been writing on an outing journey instead of a learning log. Actually, I am in daze. How does it have to be as an academic blog? Write stuff related with things we learned in college? Difficulties in learning process?Something formal? Or to blog like personal blogging such as things related with friends(as given in the paper)? Autobiography? [Yeah, now i can differentiate between biography and autobiography.]

Whatever it is, an error-free entry is my target. I'm slogging for it.