.of cats and stolen slippers.
i take a brief respite from the long long babbling of Wells, Burns and Moriarty (our 2D advertising teachers from the pages of a very VERY thick text). the very thought of final exams tmr is right in front of my mind right now. its screaming EXAMS TOMORROW! and yet, i don't feel worried or harrassed or anything of that sort. in fact, right now, i'm thinking of the next episode of One Tree Hill, besides other things like what am i going to wear for the Halloween thingamajiggy at taylors. and then i realize that the advertising exam is not 12 hours away from this minute. then i start to worry that i'm NOT worried. and then i confuse myself all over again. but i've gone through all the notes, browsed through the long tedious powerpoints, glanced at the exam tips (which only served to confuse me more, which i think all syireen's students can concur with). so i've studied all that i need to study, and yet, i know nothing.
nothing.
my dad hates cats. he hates anything that has fur on it and walks on four legs. my neighbour's cat, on whose dainty little neck hangs a dainty little bell which rings daintily everytime the cat so much as moves a paw. its so daintily annoying that if i hear that dainty little sound again i'm going to shoot that dainty little cat right between the eyes.
whooooooozzzsssaa....
the aforementioned cat was having his (her?) afternoon nap, perched right on top of my dad's car, where i supposed is the best place to catch the last of the fading sun's rays. but anyway, my brother, o my nature-loving, soft, gentle-hearted brother, sneaks up onto the cat, picks up his left slipper and with accuracy that only an athlete could boast, throws the slipper (handball-style, i might mention) and smacked the poor unsuspecting cat right in the body. of course the poor creature leaped at least 5 feet into the air (well, maybe i exaggerate a little)... the ironic part is that my brother loses the slipper that he threw at the cat. for the longest time, he stood out there in the bushes with a torchlight, peering forlornly through the leaves in search of his stray slipper.
i told him that the cat probably took it and hid it away in revenge.
yes yes, i remember. exams. right. to the books i shall return.