Just checked my SAT scores online. Got 1390. Feel a little bit disappointed because I was hoping to get at least 1400. But I've to take it into perspective. At least I improved my score this time and I only missed 1400 by 10 points. So I should not be disappointed.
Anyway, I've only until Tuesday to finish all my school stuff. And I still have book review. How am I going to finish? Hmm..I'll think about that later.
I've been having weird dreams lately. Two nights ago, I had this dream about me and my brothers watching MU vs Chelsea match at Old Trafford, which is strangely located in Jakarta, not in Manchester. Chelsea, as we all know, had beaten MU 1-0 at Stamford Bridge last time round. The match started..and we could all see the players clearly..they were like so close to us, like right in front of our faces. We could see Keane, Nistelrooy, Lampard, etc. Anyway, I think Nistelrooy scored the first goal of the match to put MU 1-up. But then, Chelsea equalised before halftime. Not only that, they managed to put two more goals past Tim Howard, I think, to put Chelsea 3-1 up at halftime. I remember clearly that one of the goals were scored by Lampard. Anyway, right after the match resumed, Chelsea scored another goal. But then, MU equalised right away through Nistelrooy. Most of the goals were scored from really horrible defensive blunders. So they're like freak goals, but quite comical also. Anyway, after MU reduced the deficit, all of a sudden, Tim Howard was called out of the match. I think there was an emergency or something. So the match was suspended. He took quite a long time and when he returned, he told us that he had to go back to US. It was decided that the match would not be resumed. Howard also had a daughter, who magically turned out to be my friend. Of course I was sad to see her leave. She was giving me all her address and phone number and stuff in US so that I could still keep in contact with her while I just sat there crying. My mum also happened to know Howard and we were both quite sad to see them leave. Anyway, they left not long after. After a few minutes or so, I, for some reason, decided to go to the airport, as if I'd forgotten to say goodbye to them. If I'm not wrong, both Howard and his daughter were already quite late for their flight. So me and my mum had to speed to the airport. Apparently there was this shortcut to the airport. We got to this place and from this place, we could swim to the airport. Anyway, that was the first time I heard someone swim to the airport. But it wasn't swimming pool or anything like that. The place where we were supposed to swim was full of waterfalls, rapids and plunge pools. Not what I'd expect in a city like Jakarta. But anyway, the moment I started to swim, I nearly drowned. I was screaming for help and my mum was swimming towards me..and suddenly I woke up. Don't know what this dream means. Maybe I've been thinking too much of soccer or watching too much soccer or talking too much soccer with my brothers. I hope it won't be an ominous sign when MU plays Chelsea at Old Trafford.