terrrors.

ok. last night was lassst trng b4 we break for the exams, and... last trng for azlina! shimo, supi, haha not there ): the seniors of the seniors. haha.
we played games, supposed to play till the light goes off. but apparently, it didn't, so we played till 945 like that. was so tired la! couldnt get subs during the very last 10mins. haha.. restorted to fruitless dives.
was so tired. that i didn't blog ytd, having to rush the ppt for this morng.



ok. let me tell u a stupid dream that made me lost track of time this morng.
i dreamt that marli and i were terrorists. i was her accomplice, with some of the rugby team. if i'm not wrong... those i can vividly rmbr are... deedee haha fizah pau christine and a few more silhouettes. hahah. we planned to bomb orchad road. so we place our explosive bag in the big green garbage bag. while walking away... it BOMBED. not a very major one, but big enough to send the crowd running for their lives. we acted paranoid and RAN TO ARAB street for our hideout. we decided that the special ops team wouldnt be so efficient in finding out the culprits.. thus, we decided to eat dinner there.
it is hilarious i tell u. the whole atmosphere was just sooo... on-the-go. haha.
then not long, the special ops team found marli and i, while we're eating our rice with a bowl of soup. they wanted to spot check us. but clever marli hid the evidence (i duno wad evidence) elsewhere and did some swoops with our stuff. but, the ops team handcuffed us with the rugby girls... bringing us to... TP biz sch.
right.
then after duno wad... they realised that we're not the terrorists (but we were actually the ones) and released us....
and i WOKE UP.


ok.

so i thought tt meeting was at 845. but it was actuallly at 815, which then changed to around 845 because joelle realised that presentation starts at 1030.. i woke up at 830. so i rushed out of my house, forgetting to take my ezlink card and stuff. i went back and take it. for some reason, by then, i THOUGHT it was 10am. i panicked and hailed a cab. while msging joelle in the cab, she was like..'its ok... sx not here yet.. take ur time'. so i looked at my watch.
omg. it was only 9am.
i wasted $$$$ la.
i realllly felt very cheated by myself. very.



i think poly kids are really spoilt. ahha. we duno how to appreciate 9 or 10am lessons. hahaa. its like. 10am its like... WHOAS. 10AM LEHS. ahhaha.
and we're actually brought up in a 7am-in-sch lifestyle for 4yrs during our sec sch days. jia lat pls.


today was nice. career fair. NTU seems very attractive to me. i think i'd rather NUS then NTU. dun want smu. i'm not sure if business mkt is really the thing for me. i'll still change anyway. all i know is that i'm dead serious abt wanting to be a doc or fireman. let's just cancel the doc.
oooo. i was also reading the airforce one. i realised that there's other jobs rather then piloting itself. there's one.. abt being the one that SHOOTS from the plane. operates all the weapons kind...not the one flying... COOOL laas. sounds sooo interesting. but if i go into that area, i doubt i'll be using my expertise anytime soon. nah.

after that, had a gd time at design sch with hakim and royston. hahaa. talking till 6pm then come home. was soooo happy to be home b4 sunset. i didn't study or anything today. just played the com.


hahha.

sharlene's leaving for aust. ): my friends are all leaving.
and today, i missed dad. estee, jo, sx and i were having lunch and stuff.. and we talked like anything under the sun. so was talking abt my dad. and i realised that in era of life, i can guarentee that u can find NO ONE like MR. POON CHIN SWEE. simplicityy to the max, forever placing others b4 himself. he puts his family first.. and like.. thinks for everyone. he spends time making things for ppl and stuff like that. i'd really want a husband like my dad. such male species seemed to be extinct as the world moves so fast.

i really miss dad. like, having an earthly father kinda thing. 3 women in da house is like. like that. ahha. plain arhs. meals are so, lacking. and like... reunion dinners can never be a reunion dinner. boohooos. if only i've had a digital camera back then to take many stupid photos of dad and all the stupid videos of our stupid lives. ):