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20060327

Soap Operatic Nightmare

I had the most awful dream last night man!

I dreamt that secondary school ran on a credit system. And I didn't get enough credits to go to Temasek Poly. The officials noted this to me only a week before my poly opened - that I had to be transferred to Seconday 5 NA.

SECONDAY 5 NA. Wah, I think my mouth just dropped right open.

Wow, what a shock I had! I was thinking , "Okay... that is too unreasonable, you tell me this when I'm getting ready for poly life?" What the char kuey tiao.

I found out that the passing credit point was 29, and I got 23 points. Yala, because Dora Lee didn't like me and she gave me a bad mark. (she's a teacher in my old school) When everyone else passed. It's supposed to be some technical process where everyone would be able to get through. But because of teacher-student animosity with Dora Lee, I didn't.

I was so infuriated, I didn't believe I couldn't appeal to a poly - I passed all the subjects, I met the cut off points for the poly, just that I didn't have enough credits. Argh. So some old gentleman told me to go to this courtroom where they analysed all the appealing "victims" one by one, before deciding to allow them to go poly.

The room was like a normal court room; parquet-ish walls and ceiling. And the group of us sat at the jury stand. In front of us was a stage, where three adults in black robes sat (like such of lawyers). The students would have to sit in a chair directly facing them, while they did their hard-pounding, action-packed critisizing.

They came to my round of interrogation, and they were doing some verbal stabbing at me, some gibberish that I forgot. I remembered I got damn pissed, and barged out of the court room because they were too much. LOL. I know that part of the dream was inspired from watching too much soap operas.. wahahaha.

Then I admitted defeat la. I went back to SAS to do my fifth year of secondary school. And I was posted to the same class as Fabian. THE HORROR! Haha.. Eventually, after alot of blurred scenes, they granted me admission to poly. Because they realised they made a mistake. Wait, I mean - Dora Lee was being too harsh. Lol..




Hopefully dreams STAY being the opposite of reality. O_O


lol, ciao

SY wrote at 4:15 pm