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Friday, June 24, 2005
Unlucky dayz
It's weird, here I'm, once again, at 1am, blogging my ass off.
And it's a lovely friday morning!
Not considering the fact that I have 5 hours of sleep which will most probably be decreased to 4 due to the biology homework.
It's like I've this irresistable urge to blog whenever my monitor turns red, which is everytime I switch on the computer.
And it's a lovely friday morning!
Not considering the fact that I have 5 hours of sleep which will most probably be decreased to 4 due to the biology homework.
It's like I've this irresistable urge to blog whenever my monitor turns red, which is everytime I switch on the computer.
-_______________-"
Probably because the page doesn't include graphics which prioritise green colour.
But I digress.
Today I shall complain, complain and complain.
All about yesterday, afterall it's past midnight.
Woke up this morning at 6am.+, fumbled with the alarm and fell asleep.
Woke up at 7.18am. Wrecked the alarm clock and fell asleep.
Woke up at 7.57am. Class starts at 8am.
Out of house by 8.04am.
Runs to bus stop.
Reaches school somewhere between late and very late.
After lesson, enjoy pentium 4 privileges for a mere 2 hours.
Rushes back to school.
Gets seated and prepares for test, only to discover my sole writing pen = friend's house.
Luckily Kai liang had an arsenal of pens.
Gp test. Crappy question suggests, 'Why do they sponsor choirs?'
People actually sponsor choirs?!
Reaches home, walks dog.
Notices indian man spying on me.
Reaches to pull down blinds to obscure his vision.
Pulls down blind. Absent-mindedly moves backwards. Back comes in contact with sharp corner of cupboard. Pain drives further stupid reflexes. Sharp corner drags along my back like 'connect the dots'.
Result = 8cm scar.
And I haven't cut my hair! I'll scare kiddies later today.