Not my day.

25/5/2011.

Not my day.

Seriously.

Since it's the last day of our mid year exams, you'd expect me to loosen up, be happy and glad that it's over, eh?

You'd expect me to feel, I don't know, relieve and jumping with joy?

No.

I've felt/done nothing of the above.

As a matter of fact, I'm starting to feel like the world's crushing down on me today.

To begin with, as you guys know, I failed add maths.

Yeah, 3rd time in a row. Yay to Jane?

Its like a slap in the face when I saw Ker Shyen walking towards me, showing that piece of paper, with the number "26%" on it.

A hard, tight, slap on the face.

I seriously tried. I've expected at least a 30+.

Oh God. Forget about add maths, I'm having trouble with MATHS too. MODERN MATHS.

And they say modern math's suppose to be easy WTF.

I SUCK AT CALCULATIONS.

While I was at the library, having my last minute revision for Bio with Siew Chin, Veronica came to me and said that Pn Kang wanted to see me.

OF COURSE she wanted to see me.

She's been bugging me for the choral speaking name list for almost a MONTH now.

CAN'T SHE SEE THAT I'M BUSY?

DOESN'T SHE KNOW THAT I'M HAVING MY MID YEAR RIGHT NOW?

So I went to see her and when I came to the office and saw her struggling with the printer, I knew it was a bad time.

When she look up and realise I was there, my God, her face.

It's like she's ready to spring a set of claws and gnaw me alive there and then.

-What happens for the next 5 minutes is so gory and fucked up, it's too obscene for ColourMeBlue to narrate.-

Konklusinya, tomorrow I have to get up, during school hours, go to school, throw that fucked up paper at her face, and then ciao. Yes, ciao, go home. Balik rumah. I don't care about tomorrow's school day sedangkan everyone that's not taking chinese/islam/tamil is skipping school too, soundly asleep at their own bed.

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HEY, WAKING UP EARLY IN THE MORNING IS A BIG DEAL FOR ME, YOU KNOW?!? A BIG BIG BIG BIG DEAL, ESPECIALLY FROM A GIRL WHO REQUIRES AT LEAST 12 HOURS OF CONTINUOUS SLEEPING AND WHO SLEEPS LIKE A DEAD MAN.

HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE PRODUCT OF EXAMS TOWARD MY FACE?!!?

YOU SEE THAT MASSIVE PIMPLE ON MY CHIN THERE? OR THAT BLACK HEADS AND UNIDENTIFIED SPOTS ON MY FACE?!?!? CAN YOU? CANN YOU!??!!!?!?

I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP, WTF.

Fml.