Saturday, June 17, 2006
Mexico vs Angola, 0-0. Its a damn boring match, without a single goal. And i stayed up till 3am to watch this match and i lost 10 bucks. Sheesh, if i'd won the bet, it'd mean i could have gotten a new bag for free. Nvm, there's Italy tomorrow. They've got the tightest and most gorgeous jerseys. Heh.
Today is a most unfruitful day. I kept getting distracted. You'd never believe what i got distracted by. First, it was the street directory. Yes, and i spent an hour pouring through the street directory. I looked at my old homes, then the new one and at schools. AJ is unbelivably small. Then it was my nano. Studying is a most boring task. I wondered how the earphones were made, and what was inside them. So i dissected one of the ear plugs. My curiosity was satisfied, but as the old adage goes, "curiosity kills the cat". Only this time, it killed my earphones. Grrrrr!
Then of course, the major distraction of all. The ubiquitious television.
There was this show on Discovery and this woman was trapped in the North Pole and she suffered from frostbite. Her hands and feet were affected. The water in the cells froze and the feet solidifies, along with the shoe. Alone in the wilderness, she had no knowledge on how to deal with it. When she tried to thaw her feet, it causes extreme excruciating pain, must have been as if the cruciatus curse was inflicted upon her. So she refreeze her feet again, to numb the pain. That will only cause severe damage to your cells and you'd die from it. But fortunately she survived. Yes, though i suspect that's only because the show's title is called "I shouldn't have been alive" and the survivor must narrate it. Ha.
It was at moments like this when i regretted not taking Biology. I mean, you'd know what to do in such a situation like this. So the moral of the story is to take a Bio student, albeit a smart one, not one who gets his facts all wrong, if you decided to go on some adventure.
Oh, and i would very much like to go on some adventures after the A-levels. Can you imagine me trekking through through the Amazon, hacking away at the thick jungle foilage, plucking leeches of my calves and breathing in the thick marshy air that emanates from the nearby swarms. Danger lurks everwhere. A cheetah with its strong and fast limbs would be prowling somewhere, silently, with its padded feet, sniffing for its prey. Oh, or that great anaconda that is coiled around some gigantic ancient tree, flickering its tongue from time to time, and staring with its bright, beady eyes. How about a family of crocodiles sunbathing under the hot Brazillian sun in the muddy waters.
Oh oh, and how could i forget about my fashion being in sync with my adventure. It would be smth like Lara Croft, in brown khakis and army green tank-tops.(though i'm afraid i can't fill them up as nicely as she does and mainly that's because mine are not digitally-enhanced)
Perhaps i would like a strong and handsome companion with me, just like how she had one. I'd very much like to have kaka with me, but you see, the moral is to bring someone who is smart and good in bio. And the only person i can think of at this moment is Steve Irwin. However, in the physical department, he doesn't quite match up to kaka, though i'm quite sure that he'd be intellectually stimulating. Ha.
I hope i don't bore you with these nonsensical ramblings. It must have been the 3am match. It was simply too traumatising. Ha. Its like 5:30am now. OMG! I haven't sleep nor studied the entire day. God save the mugger. You can save the queen another day when England enters the semi-finals.
Hmm, let me see what to do later. After finishing this post, i'll go for a run. Those suppers during the matches sre getting to me. Then i'll have a long long nap and do math. I must finish math by today or i will get zeros for both econs and chinese. My econs and chinese are like buried under dust and i am lost in the labrinyth of all the econs concepts. Maybe, i'll call someone for help. As for chinese, i tink i can see the light at the end of the tunnel already. There must be millions of chinese characters to memorise and you've got to know how to write all of them. I am seriously missing those chinese handbooks, you know, those sou che.
Okay, enough of my irrationality.
Au revior!