Wasting Time

my friend had the most amazing dream last night. he dreamt that mon (my dog) could talk. apparently he was walking past my house and my dog ran out to greet him, he cant remember exactly what he said but he remembered that she ran up to him and started talking to him. then i sauntered to where they were and said, "GOOD DOG!".

end of story.

yesterday was going to be the 1st time i officially played truant. E and i spent like 30 mins deciding whether or not to go for class. if we were going to skip class where would we be going and what would we be doing. finally, when the time for lesson came, E looked at me and said, "lets go for class lah.". i blinked in disbelif. my heart skipped a beat and i said, "NOOOoooooo!!!!" the single longest, loudest no you can ever hear.

she stared at me and remarked that i was the one who told her to make a choice and now that she's made one, i do not want to follow it. bo bian, she said she'll choose again.

this time, she made the RIGHT choice.

as we were walking out of school, i made a remark that this was the 1st time this sem i was skipping class when i was in school. she said that it was her 1st too. man, were we excited. (i know it's nothing much but indulge me please.)

estatic, we began walking to suntec where we would then head to carls junior for a sumptous lunch. we walk and walk and talk and talk when E's hp began to ring. E started talking on the HP and from the tone of her voice and her body language i knew that it could only mean 1 thing.

we had to return to class.

there goes my carl junior lunch and my brillanto plan of studying during his lesson. the class had no electricity, at least the powerpoints for the laptops werent working. boy was i sad. my lappie died after a little while and i had nothing else to do except listen to unprepared groups do their presentation.sigh.