you get what i mean?

The class I was at from Thursday on was pure torture. It was so torturing that I literally feel pain in my ears just listening to him (my facilitator – who is an academian) talk. Such a bragger he is. I think he bragged at every opportunity he had. His favorite phrase; you get what I mean? He practically finished his sentence with that phrase on an average of once every 3 mins.

I was pissed on Thursday. It was a bad day coz nothing was going right; you get what I mean?

I was looking forward to class on Thursday but little did I know I had to listen to a bragger talk. It was seriously annoying. He made lotsa jokes (and they are lame… like seriously), and I laughed at none; you get what I mean?

SO… on Friday I told myself I have to somehow enjoy the class. My coursemates told me the same thing. It’s true. I mean, it’s my last term, and I’ll be graduating if everything goes smoothly so I should not let a bragger puts my mood off!!YOU GET WHAT I MEAN?

I had to do something. For both Friday and Saturday, I collected data on the number of times he said you get what I mean (just for the record, he said 40 times in 3 and 1/2 hours). It was pretty amusing. If he made some stupid lame remarks, I would write/draw it on paper. It kept me occupied. you get what I mean?

Me and another guy were even looking at a Fisherman’s Friend packaging where we discovered something pretty interesting. Check out the pic below.

If you look carefully, the content says APPROX. 2pcs. Approximately 2 pieces? So… there could be 1 and 1/2 pieces? Or 1 and 3/4 pieces? I don’t quite get it; you get what I mean?

There goes my weekend. One more class to go, and I’m done (provided if I pass everything); you get what I mean?

Can’t wait for tomorrow. you get what I mean?