am feeling so unsatisfied with myself...
spent 3 freaking hours on maths mock yesterday, preceeded by a much sought after mango shopping spree in the morn. sat down in the first row of lt5 perspiring as if the china's hot wave has reached spore. didnt have the luxury of peeking over pple's shoulders to check their progress, end up having me to pace myself. bleah. im sure what i was scribbling wasnt maths that i once knew, i didnt seem to be solving anything for all i did was just plugging in formulaes in hope of getting the answer by chance. unknowingly, this holiday has slipped through my tight fist, and what gets replaced is nothing but void. so darn unproductive i've became...reached orch at like 9 yesterday but end up having to queue to get into the store.
yeap...the situation was more than chaotic and pple just openly change at an open corner of the store as the queue to try on the clothes was long and alow. and it was kindof fun to be one of them. lol..
went back to sch, which was quite a disaster and a total waste of time, then met hj at orch. hahah...i was late!! yeap...watched batman begins...i enjoyed it!! but he din. heh. but mr n mrs smith is definitely better...
was tarynn's bdae yesterday! she was suppose to join us(fio n yh) for shopping but she had to go for training. oh well. hope they all had fun after that while i went to suffer the torments of math mock...
yeap...on my way back home...saw a stray cat which isnt really stray. but anyway, i was trying to feed it with bread, but that fussy eater rejected my offer! heh. but their are better care givers coming along!! fed it chicken!! that explains why the cat is so fat!! started chatted with this cat enthusiast who saw me attempting to feed the cat bread. wow...she has so many cats at home lah!! showed me the fotos in her hp. heh. din noe that strangers can be such friendly pple.
sigh...but i think im suffering from pre-school blues. bleah...so sad!! >.<
schooling is nothing but soporific lectures, somewhat useful tutorials and every other jargons of rubbish circling around temporary friends. yeah. they can be really nice pple, perhaps the reason for this is that we tend to invest our interests in those that benefits ourselves. who would befriend with a handicapped if not for the cip hours, not for the "u are so kind!" "u are such a noble person" perception dished out to them to feed on.
watched batman and though thru quite a bit of stuff in the movie. but i cant rmmber much.
my sec sch tcher once questioned why should pple adore batman thinking that he is a hero, when he is just as bad as the devil.
what makes the black bat-looking guy in the wierd suit a protagonist when a burglar will also dress in black?
why should we say that batman is a good person when he ruins pple's property, crashing the cars onto pathments, killing the supposed antagonist whose life aint cheaper than any other civilian's!
what makes him a hero? perhaps itis the looks? the contagious admiration that contaminates the gotham city?
ya...and one very stupid and senseless thing that i've always been thinking about:
why americans need not study and they totally screw their childhood and teenage years but still be that affluent and filthy rich when they are old!??! hahha...thats dumb i know.
had a dream dream this morning. but i
saw my first 3 mths' eye candy! lol...weird...but, this was wad the dream was about(btw, all these stuff were really ludicrous...afterall, just a weird dream):
i was in this team that jsut participated in a compeitition. i think we took part in a relay, a long dist relay(if theres such a thing) maybe sth like 3.0km x 4?
but, after the comp, and we didnt win any titles, we were like consoling ourselves. afterall, our team has 2 guys 2 girls while others have 3 guys 1 girl(the criteria was to have at least 1 girl), and all 4 of us were nv from any track team! and we didnt lose that badly afterall! yeap, so the team consists of him, jeanette, one of the sbone person(really cant rmmber him, cant recall the face. but ttz not the impt part!), and i!
yeap...was evening time, but we stayed on at the track(er...cement pathment i mean) but it was in the shape of an oval of maybe 800m in length(was really a long one comapred to our usual ones).
he jeanette and i decided to run along the track to vent our anger. i wanted to start the run by taking the path on my right, but it soon got too tedious cuz i had to run on a gradient hill and the fatigue from the compeition lingered. so i turned back and took the path on my left, which was sloping downwards. the width of the track was a typical five-foot-way type which was jsut sufficient for double way human traffic. as i was about a third through my round, he ran past me. (er...i dunno where jeanette gone to) he looked sad, disappointed, maybe angry at us too!
forgot what happened next, but was time to go home. the time was probably bout 11+? cuz i rmmbered myself being kindof panicky, afraid that i might have no transport home (er...taxi didnt exist in my dream. and all traffic will cease to flow by midnite. and all the bengs and lians will take over spore for the time after midnight). yeah, that was kindof scary. and somehow, the mrt in my dreams was jsut so intimidating and i couldnt find any mrt stations!! so i had to resort to taking bus (jeanette got her mum to fetch her, his home was near the stadium, and my fellow sboner jsut didnt play a part here.
so i took a weird bus and got off at a weird place which i thought i've been there before. after i alighted the bus, i found myself at a totally unfamilar place and the bus speedily rode away spitting out soot and i coughed upon the pungent and stinging odour wafting into my nostrils.
i rmmbered feeling kindof fortunate as i had no heavy luggage with me, and i could walk briskly and even run. i walked through the void decks of the many hdb flats that were very closely packed and look somewhat dilapidated where one was conducting a wake with no visitors at all except a family member grieving for the deceased. that was kindof freaky!!
it took me quite long before i caught my sense of direction and found myself at boat quay where i finally walked home. er...i think i was running cuz i saw many bengs and lians esp when i had to run through mohammad sultan rd to get home!
yeap.thats it for that weird dream. btw, i no longer find
him that cute anymore. heh. weird that i can still rmmber how he looks. lol
