reflections

Thursday, September 07, 2006 @ 7:28 AM


went back to school
today for physics mock exam and supposed lessons. they were spreading message
about bringing textbook, so i lugged my physics textbook to school. however, we
did not get to use it at all. we did the nanyang girls prelim paper as our mock
exam. think i failed anyway. who would have thought that it was total internal
reflection in the thick glass mirror that produced 2 images instead of the
normal reflection on a plane mirror. who would have thought that the distance of
the image on the silvered lining is not the same as the distance of the object
in front of the mirror. okay, maybe only i did not think of that, because i'm
stupid
.


anyway, had to leave
at 1130 instead of 1500 because the room is booked for camp. no lessons at all,
just discussion of our mock.. well, went lunching at cavana and then got pissed
off at the white sands popular because it had very little variety of pens.
headed to tampines popular to stock up stationary for prelim. hehe, new pens
just get me into the mood of writing. shopped for a few minutes (quite a bad
shopping routine this time). bought a white handphone pouch because my phone
keep getting scratched by my keys. i thought that the chain attached to it can
be detached till i reached home and found out.... that it still can detach after
all, but only one side. so it kind of acts like a little handbag. going to ask
my dad if there's any way that he can detach the chain and put it back as and
when i like. saw this white sling bag at mini toons, so nice, but it's a little
troublesome to flip up the flap sometimes. i'm kind of attracted to white, or rather, obssessed with white, these
days. my white pencil case looks as though it's been dyed in dirt and i haven't
learnt my lesson.


reliving some memories
last night instead of studying physics (i know i shouldn't be doing that but
i've no mood to study). realized that memories are so sweet, and it is something
no one can take it away from me unless i lose my memory. however, memories are
just memories, and they can't do anything. what's gone is gone, what's changed
is changed,  and they cannot be brought back. if you don't understand this
part it's okay, because i have problems expressing my thoughts. that sometimes
made me feel inferior though, so i've this phobia of speaking sometimes. don't
know what's got into me these days. *sighs.


Nobody can brand me a "FAILURE" except myself, and i'm not a failure until i fail to try.