I'm pissed bored and writing my essay on
'What are animistic and primordial beliefs and what role did they have in traditional village societies dependent on agriculture for survival?'
My journey has digressed from researching for information to reading ghost stories
And you wonder why I'm having weird dreams...not scary dreams...well..not in the normal context of scary anyhow...

Dream 1)
I was sitting in a math class...and the lecturer was talking about probability. The image on the overhead was this whole range of patterns that were filled internally with dots, dashes, symbols etc. etc...and the question was...which is the next pattern..and we had like a hundred to choose from. As all of you know..the reason for my being in the Arts Faculty is that I don't hate math....i LOATHE it...so any how....I'm sitting there like a dumb ass retard staring at the screen, wondering why in the world did I take up maths in uni for. I looked to my right and my friend was sitting there and I went. "I thought you said maths was easy???" he just looked at me and gave me that shoulder shrug that usually entails "Shit happens mate" and now I turned to my left..and there my other friend was scribbling away faster than I can say "How Fast Can A Wood Chuck Chuck If A Wood Chuck Could Chuck Wood" And I can say it pretty damn fast too.
He ain't going to pay any attention to me short of me smacking his head...So this is the part where I woke up. I raised my hand to the lecturer was an old balding man and went "Sir, I just transferred into math class and I...." couldn't even finish my sentence when he Yelled "THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM, GO FIGURE IT OUT!!" And I woke up with a start, turned to check the time and realized that hey...I AIN'T TAKING MATHS!!! SCREW THE TIME!! I'M GOING BACK TO SLEEP A HAPPY MAN!!!

Dream 2)
Well, it wasn't really a dream..more of a feeling you get...
I took a nap in the afternoon..and I woke up with this thought... "Shit..today's Sunday...I need to book into Currie hall tonight cause I start school tomorrow. Back in the days, my dad used to send me back to camp, but I realized that good old dad is back in Singapore and I'm in Australia..and I went. "damn, now how do i get back? I've been at Currie for 3 months and I still don't know the way back" To which I realized...I'm already at Currie, in my room, on my bed.


Talk about weird....and yeah..the exam schedule is out...16th, 19th and 21st June...
2 papers on the 19th...Man....that's got to bite.....
I'll be back in Singapore end June to End July...

Catcha Later

Posted on 5/18/2007 by <$The One$>