thanks to some guy called hartono, i’ve been having spidey dreams…here’s one i can remember:
let’s see, yes i’m spiderman. hmmz then i see myself swinging around… funny thing is although i think i’m in ny, i see singapore-like buildings. hmmz the difference here thogh is that i’m mute. i cant speak (webbed my own mouh maybe), so if you think parker in the movie was loser-ristic enough not to be able to tell mary jane he likes her, think about this spidey. yes and mary jane… well confuses him, sometimes so nice, sometimes so far and distant. he wants to tell her he likes her..but he doesnt (or cannot). he wants to tell her that he has liked her since young(like what the heck!!) and even writes a letter…but she has gone overseas when he goes to her house the next time….. then after that i woke up. I cant remember seeing baddies like ock… but i think being caught in no man’s land is bad enough.* What a rubbish dream.
anyway, my dad’s recovering. its disgusting man… the amount of blood he vomitted after taking out the paddings in his nose. My gosh… i tell you the amount of blood (the liquid antiseptic+blood) filled like 3 small bags… the first bag was so red…the second was better… I promise i’ll take better care of my health…
had physics prac. i think i did fine… and i hope i did fine too!oh well as long as not too many marks are deducted… sigh. my revision’s going like crap.
going for psc talk later then tuition with my dreaded maths tutor. nothing much to look forward to these days. oh well, that’s life.
*that was an analogy, i wonder who can understand what i’m really trying to say…
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