Mood: FAIL. OTL||
Listening to: Mihashi's March

Background info: Mihashi's March is a song about a boy who overslept on the day of an important match resulting him in having to rush to the match. He met many mishaps along the way only to find out that the match was postponed to the following week.

You guys should know this because I actually put up the song with english lyrics the other time. ... But I bet you forgot.

Warning: Shitshitshitshit. FUCK. Swearing involved.

Clearly, I am various shades of fail today.

I woke up late in the morning, resulting in me having to rush. I had my best uniform on already when I was applying cream onto my face but a huge dollop dropped onto my blouse, next to my breastpocket. Frantic, I tried removing it with wet tissues and soap but it wouldn't get off. I then tried detergent and scrubbed on it. By the way, I was still wearing it. Common sense grabbed a hold of me then and I removed my blouse and scrubbed as if I were to die but to no avail. That. Little. Bitch. Won't. Get. Off!

I was scrubbing it with bleach in the sink and it was fairly unnoticeable now. Satisfied, I raised the piece of cloth to my eyes... and a mixed solution of water and bleach came crashing down on my skirt. Facepalming, I changed into a new blouse (my only blouse now) and tried drying my skirt in front of the fan. Though it became slightly drier, it still looked like I pissed myself. That, and I smelled of bleach.

I set my nds to music mode so as to listen to Heats (this super GAR song that can fire you up better than viagra) but as Heats was a short song, I had to rewind it often. Common sense gave up on me by now so I didn't set the song to repeat and was forced to listen to the starting of Mihashi's March at least four times before I changed it back to Heats. This was clearly a signal for the impending fail to come. As I rushed to school, drops of water fell on me; it was drizzling slightly. However, when I took out my umbrella, the rain stopped. Typical.

Fifteen minutes to the paper.

As I didn't really had time for breakfast, I decided to make a quick stop at the local supermarket on the way. I grabbed some mints (I can live on them. Srsly.) and head to the cash register. There was this chinese woman who was just mere miliseconds earlier than me and she ended up in front of me. It's okay though.

Or so I thought.

In front of the chinese woman was a makcik (malay woman). And she apparently forgot to weigh her tomatoes. So as she rushed to weigh them, the chinese woman was served first. And when the makcik was served, it was discovered that the packet of prawns scanned wasn't hers but it belonged to the earlier chinese woman. So they had to rescan the offending piece of seafood and all this took. Too. Much. Time.

Five minutes to paper.

So when I finally reached school, I was a sweating wreck. My carefully made hair looked like it was gone to shits, really. But that's not the worse.

...THERE WAS NO PAPER.

I GOT THE WRONG FUCKING DAY OMAIGOD I FEEL SO STUUUUUUPID FUCKFUCKFUCK.

... I found this out when I was looking at the seating arrangement. To my dismay, my number wasn't displayed. Neither was any of the Combined Science students', in fact. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach as I turned to Haziq who happened to be nearby.

Me: Haziq, today's the 11th right?
Haziq: ... It's the 10th.
Me: .... *internal struggle* ... bitch.

I hope he didn't think that I was cursing him.

So I trudged back home, depressed. I feel drained. My left boob is kinda red (from the scrubbing I did on my uniform, I suppose). One of my best bras is drenched in sweat. My only uniform smells of bleach and sweat. And it's raining now, as though the sky is crying at the sheer stupidity of it all.


TL;DR: MOST FUCKING LOUSY DAY IN A LONG TIME. AUGH.

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