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At Last... Some Respite...


As I mouse over the sign "SIMPAN" on the UTM marks website, I hesitate.. could it really be over?... My finger trembles for a while, both from lack of sleep and an overdose in caffeine...
Like a Gulf War veteran, vivid images of dazed days and sleepless nights overwhelm my senses... oh the horror... the desolation... the senseless destruction... the red pen in my hands bleeding dry, as the blood red ink pours itself onto tons and tons of paper pages... oh the horror...

Suddenly, I am back in my room in UTM... The clock reads 8:47pm... Way too late to be at the office... How I long for the comfort of the bosom of my loved one... This tour of duty has gone on for too long... (Soundtrack: Soldier of Fortune by Deep Purple)

I press the mouse button...

After what seems like an eternity, the grades come to life... I blink in a daze...

I blink again, and comprehension registers...

I have given my students their due... Time to get mine...

At long, long, last... my nightmare is over...

Time to get on that helicopter back to civilisation... and a long, long rest...

Baby, wake me up when the next war starts...
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Yana Ismail said…
Have a good rest Sir:)
Thanks for the grades:)
May 10, 2008 at 4:48 AM
azie said…
yeah! just like a war..thanks for the grade sir..i really appreciate it..well, have a good rest:-)
May 10, 2008 at 7:10 PM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
:)
U girls deserved the grades...
It's now Sunday... Yesterday was terrible... mcm zombie je...
Today alhamdulillah am now functioning normally :)
May 11, 2008 at 4:37 PM
Count Byron said…
Did it too... and still in the thick of it all...arghhhhhhh
It does numb all senses
Will I ever go through it again??
A resounding YESSSSSS :)
May 12, 2008 at 4:27 PM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
HAHAHA!!!
Hope u managed to force the papers into submission, count!
I guess it's relative peace n quiet until the next onslaught another 5 months or so from now :)
May 12, 2008 at 4:35 PM
Yana Ismail said…
huhu. Zombie? Can't imagine if you jadi Zombie:)Masuk2 kelas je i dah lari.uhuhu.
Thanks again for the grade. Really happy:)
Rest puas2 Sir.
May 12, 2008 at 6:36 PM
izzati fuad said…
sir,
haven't checked it but thanks for all the hardwork. hehe
May 13, 2008 at 4:06 AM
Yana Ismail said…
Happy Teacher's Day Sir:)
Thanks for all the knowledge:)
May 16, 2008 at 2:30 PM
Joseph said…
THANKS SIR 4 the grades!!! You made the class very interesting! hehe;) Sir...how come the 3rd years seemed to have much more fun than all of us did?? hehe;) sir, when will u bree free to watch Speed Racer? THanks again sir 4 de A+!! WOOT!!
May 17, 2008 at 3:22 PM
Abdullah Mohd Nawi said…
Joe,
I guess u'll find that out when u get to ur 3rd year and you take my drama course...hehehehe...
next week, speed racer sounds good.. give me a buzz as to when n i'll c if i can arrange the time
May 19, 2008 at 3:34 AM
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