12:41:00 AM
Music: None. I DROPPED MY NEEON AND IT DIED ON ME.
"Whatever" is the word, baby.
Time for a nice comtemplative post to make up for all the posts that should have been there but didn't. I should thrash my cbox since no one's tagging, but who cares. I'm gonna keep blogging whether the world likes it or not.
So, where was I. Oh yeah. Yesterday (2 days ago, if you want to be an idiot and want to "think" you're smart and tell me that the time is officially 12.43AM +8GMT) was the stupidest, crappiest, ridiculously stupid day or my life. First of all, I was feeling super tired after doing 3 pages of the chinese project which, if I could mention, trains us only in the professional world where all you care about is giving politically correct answers. I mean, please. Wait never mind, forget it. Research on Bishan is absolutely the key to unlocking our past. It is vital to our upbringing because (inserts some whatever whatever chinese phrase here).
My cover page is cool, but the rest of it kind of sucks.
Click click click here!
(i predict that nobody will click. cos nobody ever comes here)
Anyway.
After that, I was heading out of the house to go for my match at SGCC, so I was carrying my rackets (happily strapped together with a neon green bookstrap X) lol), I plugged in my earphones and reached for my mp3. Now, the screwed up thing about this part of my story is that unknown to me, two stupidly ****ed up coincidences occured.
#1. My neeon pouch was upside down.
#2. The string thingie was conviniently UNtightened.
Needless to say, my neeon crashed to the floor, and refused to start any further than the creative loading screen. Worse still, it can't be detected by the computer and my sister decided to take my charger to her camp, and so I have no idea what the hell is wrong with my neeon, cos it got stuck until it ran out of battery, after which it promptly shut down. I can hear voices in my head and they're screaming "WE TOLD YOU CREATIVE SUCKS!", but hey, they aren't the ones with a tight budget and a big collection of songs. T_T.
After my neeon crashed, I had no music to listen to for the long journey to sgcc, and waited 1.5 hours for my stupid opponent. The match was equally screwed up. I missed loads of easy shots, he killed me on shots that shouldnt have killed me, and oh ya he was some poly guy who's not bad la. But the last set was 14-15. And I lost. @_@. I'm still kind of pissed. Stupid stupid stupid. Whatever. Nothing seems right, and.. well, whatever.
Oh yes. There was some other topic that I wanted to contemplate about, and that's the stupid notion that I don't know what I want. Let's go back to p6 when softball was like.. the rage with me.. I used to be a regular starter for the cat high team, and yeah.. liked watching baseball on tv (still do, but it's not as fun anymore). So. when I was in p6 i had dreams of wearing the 25 shirt with some really pro team in the MLB.. but whatever. Now it's more and more like.. something you just laugh off. Oh yeah, the list goes on, and I don't really know what I should do, because if I'm going to stick with what I'm doing now, which is kind of far off from what I think I want, I'm not going to do what I think I want, cos the choices that I need to make won't be made.
Pathetic, huh.
I'm not like some carefree people who, well. never mind.
