It's only the fourth week and I'm half dead...

I've skipped my tkd class for four times in a row - it's quite unusual for me to do so. Ms.5th Dan and the gang must have missed me so much, my phone is broken, and I can't reply or receive phone calls/sms and Pin has been trying to reach me thru the hp number for few times - pity her, hahahaha.
I'm doing a course on Arabic writing skills - it's supposed to be quite a tough subject - and it became even tougher when some of us from Ustaz Najib's class were transferred to another section with Dr.dunnowhathisname. This Dr. - he'd ask *hal fahimtum* (do you understand?) and when we say *laaaaaaaaaa'* (NOOOOOOO!!!) - he wouldn't give a damn to our cries. BENL students were so used to be spoon-fed in Arabic classes, that we're suffocating in this class. That man do not speak a single sentence in English (well, once in a while or rather once in a blue moon, he'd say something in English, occasionally we would make ugly, dumb faces to attract his attention). *You shouldn't expect me to translate everything in english, how do you translate marfu', mansub, and maksur* - speaking in Arabic. (marfu, mansub, and maksur: referring to the diacritical mark and the way to read the words etc.) Aiyak, the only thing I like about his class is that we could go back early, the class is supposed to be a 2 1/2 hour lecture, but he'd stop after 1 1/2 hours, and I get to go back home early and have my late lunch. I'm soooo tensed!!!