OH MAN I AM SO PISSED.

today is one of those days you wish you could just take Life by its sorry little neck and wring it and shake it till its teeth fall out in the good old Enid Blyton way and box it in the ears like a good Brit.

I shall skip the miserable morning where I found out that I *gasp* had a Physics test today! Faaan-tastic. Oh yeah, I might as well mention that during the test itself, again I found out that my protractor was... miraculously... GONE. And of course, that vital bit of information concerning reflection and refraction formulae that I had carefully tucked into my memory last year was also... mysteriously... missing! Joy.

Then came along Ridiculous Recess. Like WHAT THE HECK?! I mean, we're all already tolerating Uncle Hock Seng's @#£$%^&* selling of his store, what with the bread rack gone (yeah the ENTIRE effing tray of bakery goodies including the sausage bun, the hot chix and the DO BALLS. meaning, NO sausage buns, NO hot chixs and NO DO BALLS! I could scream!), the sandwiches lamely stuffed with lettuce and tomato (the parts of a sandwich I'd ALWAYS get rid of because they invariably spoil the taste of the 'wich) which ALSO resulted in a !!!!SIXTY CENTS RAISE IN PRICE! - up from sixty cents! - and all the charsiew paus, yam paus gone, and the lor mai kai a dubious imposter. PREPOSTEROUS. The ritz cheese bites are gone too, EVERYTHING IS JUST EFFING GONE.

Yeah so ANYWAY, on top of all these canteen concerns (which includes a 20 cent raise in the price of the famous red bowl noodles up from one buck T_T), the Uncle Hock Seng Store (as I still deign to call it, just out of habit and definitely not out of a loving memory for the old man)... now... has... queues.

*stunned silence*

What happened to the "来来来！那个一毛！那个两块！来，不要推不要推！"? The traditional hawking of goods? The haven of the ONE AND ONLY STORE WHERE YOU COULD BUY FOOD WITH A RECORD 30-SECOND QUEUE? Like Oh. My. Asparagusses. I STOOD IN THE @#£$%^&* QUEUE FOR A WHOLE EFFING TEN MINUTES! What on EARTH is wrong with the WORLD?! I was there for so bleeding long, the aunty came over at like 3-min intervals just to strike a pose and say, "Wah, still haven't gotten your food yet?" And I'm like, inwardly rolling my eyes so much I'm sure the windows to my soul are all screwed up.

Oh yeah and of course 祸不单行，one grievance is sure to follow another. Just stupidly, naiively, CONFORMIST-ly standing in the queue and our dear Yanka and Joan Tay walk right up... *punch in the back* "Wah lau why you queue! Just push your way through la!" *proceed to do as advised*.

ARGH. I could've queued up at the red bowl noodle stall and gotten MORE food for LESS time.

SUCKS. So yeah after rushing through my hard-earned, meagre portions, I rushed up to see a teacher about the effing St. Luke's design, which a whole story by itself. Publicity comm. is like effing excretic duty. Just being in it is like walking around with a sign pasted on your forehead saying "treat me like your business". Only OBVIOUSLY the business I'm referring to is simply a euphemism for a much more crude word that I haven't the lack of conscience to put up. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT from this week's Monday to NOW, which is Thursday, save for Tuesday I've been staying up to 1 or 2am just - JUST doing the effing poster. So much for my effing resolutions to do all my homework at home, ON TIME.

ANYWAY as I was saying, I went up to see a teacher and because I do have great respect for teachers I shan't quote here. I'll just say that sometimes I think people think I'm a machine. In metaphorical terms, "Revert back to version one." "Actually I prefer version three." "Cancel that." "Fade that." "Add that." "How about this here?" "Okay, four versions then. Tomorrow, yeah?"

adsf;aisuf;ovaiuero

Oh yes that also DOES mean TONIGHT will be another poster night.
*breaks into song and dance*
HALLELUJAH. HALLELUJAH. HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HA-LLE-EH~~LU-JAH!

=_=

Hmm what else?- AH! Continuing from where I left off, because we were having that machine-esque meeting, I WAS LATE FOR LITERATURE. And that just so happens to be one REALLY picky-about-puntuality teacher. She just cast me this really disappointed look and said "You missed a lot. Like a lot." Well what can I do? I'd rather be in Lit class ANYTIME than be stuck there having my design babies sacrificed all at once.

Uh-huh. So yeah was stuck with TONNES of homework undone. Thank goodness for my friends. TOTALLY didn't know how to do Maths. So yeah, up to date, no overdue homework ^^

MAN. The ONLY productive thing I did today was go for Maths tuition. 'Least I got my tomorrow's Maths lesson work done.

And I have another design project for Dance Night to hand up next week.

¬_¬

*laughs maniacally*

I guess you could say I love my life. I love my life so much I detest it.

Somebody, I think the clock's running a little fast of late, isn't it?

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