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Wednesday, January 30, 2008


Rotten.

This is suuuch a bad week. Not to mention, a horrible, horrible day as well.

Why, do you ask?

Oh, nothing. Except for reaching school late, not bringing my calculator and pencil box in the hurry, sacrificing my recess to do my Commonwealth Essay, making me hungry like shit, and then being late for History lesson, getting scolded by Ms Law, finding out that Sn old girls has to stay back on Tuesday to make Cny cards for teachers while others go home at 11.15, forgetting to bring my english comprehension book, skipping lunch to fix some common wealth essay problem and starving all the way through the damned workshop.

You think that's a lot already? Wait, there's something worse :

I bloody lost my phone.

Huhu. What a wonderful day it has been, huh?
Yeah, I agree a hundred percent with you.

Not.

I'm so angry I don't even want to blog about the process and the Social Graces workshop which actually turned out to be unanimously different. Fun, in a sense.

And I'm so angry at myself that I'm not keeping my promises by actually reading a Psalm a day. I keep waking up late. Howwww! I'm such a bad christian. I think it's because of my lacking reading and lacking communication with God that my week turned out to be so bad.

I want Friday.

I'm looking forward to Sunday.

I officially hate Wednesdays now.

Oh, heck.