angie had a dream.
and it was about me... and my shorts!

she dreamt that i was wearing my black shorts (the one with stripes which is so not short because i have shorts shorter than that shorts which is seriously, not too short a shorts) and sitting down at some place. then suddenly, yihao (this is a dream this is a dream this is a dream) started yelling at me telling me how short my shorts are!

man. this has got to be a joke. i mean, how short can my shorts be when i am so short (try to follow me). i had people telling me that my shorts are pretty short before this dream, but i didn't give two hoots a thought about it. but when this dream came, it threw me off my seat. is it that short that i can't wear it?

it is going to be so sad if i can't wear shorts because over the months, i have learnt the comfort of shorts, its ease of wearing, the convenience of the length and of course, how it can go so well with most of my tops without looking too slipshod or over the top. it's going to be so sad if i have to say hello again to hellish jeans which is hot like no one's business and of course, so boring.

now i don't know what to wear for tomorrow.



ahhhhhhhhhhh.

life as an undergraduate (Part 1/1000000000)
never fails to prick my innermost being.

i drag myself to school everyday.
i pretend to understand what the profs are talking about.
i make sure i go late for tutorials.
i skip lectures happily.
i make jokes about the teaching assistants.
i digress when doing my assignments.
i ignore tutorial questions.
i lament about varsity life on my blog.

yup, never fails to poke fun at the education system (or the utter lack of).