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September 24, 2004
Freaky Friday
Nothing went right today.
I started the day waking up to the rough pushes of my roommate. "Hey, it's 7.45 already!" he bellowed. The Flash would have been proud to take me as his apprentice: 2 minutes later, I was rushing and pushing my way up a shuttle bus to campus. No time to be a gentleman! 'Twas quite pathetic actually to sandwich 60-70 students in one bus. Don't even know if we had broken the law for over-carrying passengers, don't care also.
20 minutes late for Language Awareness class, but the lecturer was not in yet. Heck, all the rush for nothing. Hadn't eaten my breakafast either. Reaching for the bun I bought the night before, I realised that my grammar textbook was not with me. I dumped all my stuffs out on my table. No sight of it. Argh, my memory cannot be depended. I went to all the possible places that i could have left the book lying around. Nothing in the com lab. Ditto in library. Being bogged down by a missing book for 3 hours made me feel like a consummate idiot. I decided not to bother about it anymore. (Later in the day, it miraculously appeared on the table in my room. But I do remember vividly that there the table before was empty I left. Strange..)
Bad day indeed. Went through the 2nd last practice for SAT without a clue on the anology part (my flair and my score-booster). I lost half an hour and a handful of hair trying to understand the connections but to no avail. At the end, I couldn't even finish the comprehension part. My score plummetted, that goes wthout saying. (CUMMON! 2 WEEKS LEFT!)
At night, I tried to do some laundry as sort of a way to kept myself busy from thinking about the test. The washing machine downstairs was unoccupied, so I dumped all 1 week's worth of dirty clothes inside, clinked some coins in and let the machine do the work. 1 and a half hours later, the shirts turned out to be covered with murky brown stains and not even an inch cleaner. At first I thought somebody must have played a prank by pouring coffee into the tub while it was spinning, but on a closer look at it, it was actually wet rust. From where? Must be the iron tub. Then I spent another half an hour scrubbing the stains off.
Went to bed with a pain in the back. Lucky for the mosquitoes which surprisingly started dieting that night, or else they would have to suffer under my venting wrath after a horrible day.
Posted by peixin at September 24, 2004 09:46 PM
Comments
heck, the washing mechine thing is not your fault, must sue your hostel.Am surpised that you wash your clothes per week.
Posted by: panserborne at September 28, 2004 05:51 PM
haha, they won't bother much about it..
Posted by: px at September 29, 2004 08:52 AM