Sunday, November 26, 2006
hullo. havent updated in a thousand years. almost a week, to be exact. because everytime i think of blogging, the bed looks so inviting, so i decided to take a "nap" and duh, resulting in me procrastinating. but now, since i have the spare time, i have about an hour to blog everything in my extremely boring life, before the big soccer match of the night. i cant wait.
WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, FRIDAY
i forgot what happened on these 3 days, so im scraping them off and focussing on the other remaining days. anyway i didnt do anything much these few days, just the regular lazy guy's life, mostly spending the entire day in bed and watching up to eat, rinse and repeat.
SATURDAY.
2nd and final japanese mock test. but i have a little confidence this time. i did around 2 past year papers the night before. and studied like, a whopping 3 and a half hours. i finally forced myself out of my comfort zone and got my ass on the chair at the "study desk", fished out those papers, got a pencil and started scribbling.
after doing some self-marking, i didnt do quite badly, from those little mistakes, it was definitely above 300 out of 400. then went to do the final paper from the book. the 2004 paper. it had a disc that came along with it, so that i could do the listening excercise, and miraculously, one section of the listening part, i got full marks. just my luck, i guess.
115pm.
reached ikoma school. im early. paper was due to start at 130pm. i came armed with a plastic bag full of donuts. some people may find it weird for me to eat and study at the same time, but i've been doing that for the past year. classroom 8 was our designated place for the test. but it was full, because i was early. instead of our usual Watanabe sensei, today we were replaced by a different teacher, Yamane sensei. some sort of similar to whatever we have in secondary schools when we have our exams, we have different invigilators.
130pm.
hajimete kudasai (please start)
picked up my pencil and started writing furiously. i always got this bad habit of rushing through my work, because time is extremely precious to me, but it's a little risky though, since it could spell careless mistakes in a blink of an eye. the first few pages were a breeze to me, i whizzed through like a bullet train. the last few pages got a little annoying. because i didnt the meaning of some words. fuck.
second paper, listening compre.
i was happier as i was sitting somewhat closer to the radio this time, compared to my last test, where i was busy daydreaming away at the last row. inevitably, i struggled hearing some questions, either my brain got entangled when trying to make out what they were saying or the audio simply sucks, too loud until it was hard to hear what they were clearly saying. verdict for this section, just a normal pass would suffice.
break, before the 3rd and final section.
this section was worth the most marks. i didnt have much of a problem doing it, but i still bit my nails a little, i just feel a little unconfident for this paper. dream score for the entire paper? 300 as a minimum score.
that's saturday for you.
SUNDAY.
the sleep i had the night before was probably one of the best ever i had. maybe because of the position i slept, the way the pillows were put. i definitely enjoyed it. woke up around 120pm. having aural class at 3pm later. got my lazy ass out of bed and went to shower. the water's good. this heater seems so special. even though i set it to somewhat hottest temperature, the water came out in a blend of temperatures, and it keeps switching. like, warm, then a little cold, warm again. it feels so good, i could fall asleep anytime. how i wished for a bathtub...
after showering, returned to my room, and i got an sms from some weird number that called earlier in the morning but i was too lazy to get up to pick up the call. and so. it was my music teacher. my music class had been cancelled and pushed forward to this coming wednesday. cool, i get stay home. idled at home till 530pm.
left home and went for CP to meet jerirudustbin for dinner. i reached around 545pm, while she reached around 630pm -_- ok i'm a good waiter. 86-ed to jalan kayu. i havent eaten their cheese prata for almost a month, and i'm craving for it.
got seated and done with our orders by 7pm. and like any other coffeeshop, this place is swarming with stray cats. i spotted around like, 4 of them? all of different shapes and sizes, and different levels of desperado-ness for food also. ok and so, i noticed the sun was setting and i took a pic.
the skyview is so pretty.
my order came first. hahah. ordered 2 cheese pratas. since the pratas are sizzling hot, i decided to wait for her food to come also, so it would be appropriate, one eating earlier than the other just feels rude.
my 2 cheese pratas.
her order took quite some time to arrive. she ordered 2 egg pratas. what a big load of fat. hahah. while eating, cracked a little indian jokes, but i was careful about my volume as i didnt want them to get offended. hahah. it was fun.
halfway throughout the meal. i already ate finish my 2 pratas, and she barely finished one -_-
then the weather got a little annoying. it started drizzling a LITTLE. and it's really a little. and only for a really short while also. some patrons sitting outside starting moving in, while the shelter thing started coming out. we stopped our meal halfway and went inside too. then it stopped drizzling -_- wtf. i was feeling semi-full and she still hasnt finished one prata. so i challenged myself to take on another cheese prata. ugh, i was super full already la, after eating half of it. in the end she didnt finish hers and i didnt finish mine too. a total of 3 and 3/4 pratas in my stomach.
our bill slip had something funny on it. here's a pic.
the word, "delicious" just seems weird. hahah.
ok. and so, i was full like fuck. and the night is still young, so we took a walk around the estate to kill time and oogle at the big and pretty houses. i envy rich people! armed with a large houses, posh cars. what more can i say. a life of absolute luxury.
walked and walked. most houses have really cute dogs. but they are fierce as hell. and some owners keep up to 4 dogs, wtf? those big dogs freak us out. their barks are so intimidating la. if the owner didnt lock their gate, they come runnning at us, god knows, that would be the last of us. hahah. and later, i came across this stinky, filthy house, and it looks really creepy.
a haunted house, maybe?
and jerirubin was scared as hell. hahah. i dont see anything scary about this, maybe if we go in, then things would change. i'll freak out for sure la.
we walked and walked. and soon we came to a valley of the not-so-rich people. the houses here are mostly single storeys and some of the houses really look like crap. like as if the owner has given up cleaning the house. and there was this particular house.. the entire entrance was like filled with vegetation, and the owner seems nowhere in site. more like jungle boy's house.
it feels like as if im walking across a neighbourhood in malaysia. yuck.
jerirubin in "malaysia"
walked all the way to the end, and we saw that the end was kinda creepy. it was dark as hell, and it looked like a jungle out there, i could barely see 1km through it, it's really too dark. so scary..
then i saw this cat sitting on a car. i patted it since it didnt feel intimidated by my presence but it got up later and moved somewhere else.
grumpy cat.
walked a little while more and i was bored so took a lame picture.
mai hump.
we returned back to the stretch of road at jalan kayu again, tired from all that walking, exploring. someday, i hope to be as rich as those people we saw. went to 7 eleven to get ourselves some refreshments. i got myself a mild vodka, she got a newpaper and a normal drink. from there, we walked to the LRT station, along this really secluded and quiet roadside, filled with drunk indians loitering around.
finished my drink and threw the glass bottle into the jungle nearby. the LRT station was damn empty la.
final picture. mild vodka.
on the LRT, we didnt pay much attention of the stations and in the end we made 2 damn loops around the whole of sk. and we were on the wrong line all this while -_- and soon, i was starting to get a major headache, maybe because of the alcohol. or maybe the idea of prata + alcohol = major headache. but it died away quickly la.
got off at SK station. went to the toilet, and not long later, we parted ways. i'm beat. it was one tiring night.
alright. the major soccer match had already started and i'm gonna end right here. good night.
if only i had truthfully seen
that night we'll never relive
but you and i could not go and walk away
just close your eyes
you'll never see me crashing down
