} weird. day.

Oh GOD, save me. today was such a weird day. o_o like, freaky.

first thing in the morning, in school, i saw the sec 2 briana look-alike. and she LOOKS EXACTLY like briana!!!! oh man, i almost (ALMOST) said hi to her. my gawd. freaked out.

and THEN, i heard the band played!!!

no no just kidding. the band wasn't bad. at all. *doesnt want to get smothered by band members* :D

the rest of the day went pretty normally, except that classes seem weird now cos i'm sitting in a different place, and everyone's kinda joined tables any way they want, so the whole class is kinda in a mess, all zigzags and stuff. a bit confusing really.

so after school i stayed back to study, as usual. savina and her friend were studying too, at the next table. (i took up a whole table.) (i recognise the friend by face, but i dunno her name!! bah. forgot to ask. hee. :D) anyway the friend kept calling savina SAVIE, so whenever she calls savie i keep thinking there's someone calling ME and then i turn around and look stupid and realise what just happened and i feel stupid. grr.

and THEN, at the bus stop on the way home, i saw someone who looked EXACTLY like mrs janny lee, without make up! oh man. i was in a DILEMMA whether to smile at her or not, but i decided against it. after being...deceived.. so many times in a day i just couldn't trust anyone anymore. T_T

so then i was on the bus. thinking about a lot of stuff, as usual, cos bus rides make me blank out and daydream. then in the middle of my daydreaming, i saw something at the njc bus stop.

you know sometimes there are these ads at bus stops? well this one i saw was a hsbc one, with a stupid guy sitting on top of it. i freaked out at first, thinking, 'WHAT THE HELL IS THE IDIOT DOING THERE' and then i realise its a frapping STATUE and then i feel stupid all over again. bahh.

so i got all worked up with myself and told myself not to think so much anymore.

then a few bus stops away from my bus stop, i looked out the window. saw a car.

thought: 'hey, that looks like my dad's car...' *slow mind processing* 'THAT IS MY DAD'S CAR' and i go into a frenzy of excitement cos the bus and the car was exactly in line and i wondered if i can FINALLY reach home before him.. (he has this thing where he gets really pissed off when i get home later than him.. and everybody else, really.) but cars always move faster than the buses, so i got disappointed, BUT THEN the bus moved ahead and i saw the car in front of my dad's car had some problem with it! HAHAH!

*triumph*

*more triumph as i exit the bus*

*slight break from triumph as i see the EXACT SAME HSBC AD ON MY BUSSTOP* (yep. same guy with the frapping tyk currypuff hairstyle, same fishing line, same sitting position, etc.)

*return to triumph*

and then GUESS WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I REACHED HOME.

my dad was already there.

and he gave me this look, like, 'you're late. again.'

!@#$%^&*!!

i ALMOST won.

i feel cheated.

so very cheated.

but kinda happy, cos i studied quite a lot today. :D finished all the paper 1 of e maths, and did 5 pages of lit. notes! not bad. :D wanted to play bball with savie and her friend after all that work, but it was already 6 and i had a MISSION to accomplish (which i didn't but oh well) so i went straight home.

i think i'll read through a bit of the physics or chem textbook today, see if i can pick up anything on dynamics or oxidations states. :D i'm planning on PASSING my exams, ok!! :|

BIRTHDAY IN 8 DAYS.

Birthday wishlist:
Go to Portugal.
(EURO 2004 16 JUNE WH00T!!!)
(eh. i mean. robocup 2004. :D)

in either case, i really want to go. :'(



2004-05-03, 9:03 p.m..
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