Худший день
Completed my report.
Preparing for SATS, which is a killer.
School as per normal.
But.
Today...
Today...
*sigh*
Worst day this year.
Unbelievable.
Okay it all started...
Good.
Everything was turning out better than normal.
Everything was prepared for.
Then suddenly.
An inquiry about a key.
And everything was just halted.
With no chance to react.
And then everything was gone.
Why?
Why?
For the.
Why was it so bad?
1 Everything was going out smoothly and it was very much anticipated.
2 There was a fair bit of preparation.
3 The can be done any day, but this is a progression.
4 The was done because of the potential waste, but the waste is exactly the same!
5 Apparently, the is more important than me.
Whatever.
Then afterwards, I had to spend the rest of the afternoon getting the handphone plans and internet broadband subscription and the tv subscription.
Which ate away the whole afternoon.
After which was an inescapable dinner and finally I am back home after 10.
Hurray for me!
Like what the hell.
WTS.
WTF.
Anyway.
The day has ended with me writing about this.
So I guess I would have to move on...

Flowed from my head and into the web:
7:26 AM Saturday, January 15, 2011




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Имя: ggerald
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