What a perfect day...

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Usually i wouldn't blog about my bad day, but today is an exception.

The day starts off as usual, where i wake up around 6 o'clock due to the alarm. I thought it is still early, so i went back for a quick nap for 5 mins. This is where my regret happens. Turned out from a quick nap to a whole 45 mins sleep, which result in i'm being late for school. Serves 30 minutes of detention. My friend came later than me, but no detention. So this school encourages people to come to school either early or damn late right ? Fine, i'll do that from now on...

The lessons are ok, where i learn quite a lot of things (mostly i know already but forget). But afterschool, as i was late, i have to stay back from 12.15, which is my dismissal time, to 2.00 pm, and because of this i have to cancel the plan to study with my friend...

When the detention is over, it's time to head back home, and guess what, it rained heavily. Knowing that today is my bad day for sure, i decided to cycle in the rain as i had the 'FCUK IT' thought in my head. And guess what again, the rain stops when i reached home, THANKS A LOT.

So i was caught for my hair, decided to go and cut, bought soap and shampoo and returned home. I forget that before i go to school in the morning, i left the drainage open, leaving a hole that's big enough for my whole hand to go in.

I put the soap and shampoo on the shelf and going back to my room, BUT THE THE SHAMPOO FELL DOWN, HIT MY BATHROOM CLOCK, AND IT SLIDES DOWN LIKE A HOCKEY PUCK AND GOAL ! SINK DOWN THE FCUKING DRAIN LIKE A TITANIC.

As i watched my beloved clock that's been with me since i came to Singapore sinks further and further into the unknown abyss, the memories start to flash back into my head, thinking of how i get this clock, how i look at it to see if i'm overshowered everyday, tears starts to flow out from my eye.

Now i'm speechless and overwhelmed by negative emotions, the only thing i can do is to blog this. Actually, i didn't put my thoughts or anything in this blog. The hands just move by itself, and now it's slowing down, reaching a halt any time soon, so might as well stop my blog here.

RIP my beloved clock, you'll always be my best toilet clock ever...

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