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Thursday, January 22, 2009
The Only Thing More Annoying Than Having To Go To School Is To Actually Feel Eager About Going And Then Being Told NOT To Go To School At All. 7:19 AM

Eddie

22-Jan-09 6:40 AM

No school today. Please don’t go to school fellas, blackout. The school called.

 

 

Great. Just bloody great. I can’t say how ticked off I am right now. Couldn’t the school have told me like at, I don’t know, like at 6 AM? When I’m still in bed, weighing the pros and cons of either getting up and going to school or staying cooped up under my covers and skipping school for today, and not when I’m already out of the shower, ready to put on my uniform, pretty pissed at having to wake up early without any chance of sleeping in at all this weekend.

 

So... you think the school’s seriously in blackout? That would be so, so, sooooo cool if it happened while were actually inside the school and not on the way there or something. The thing with blackouts is, they always pick the wrong time to happen. Ih. Oh, oh, oh, I know! This could be one of their nefarious ways of pissing me off. Wow, I can already see them planning it.

 

 

Teacher #1 (with a dodgy German accent like Hitler or something) : I am havink a plan on how to be pissink off ze students, see? Ve vait till zey are feelink irritable and not vantink to go to school and zey get out of ze bed see? And zey are all, “No, I am not vantink to go to school tozay” but zey still get out of ze bed you see? And zen zey take shover, and zen zey finish havink a shover, zey are still feelink irritable and not desirink at all to go to school and zen... we tell them zer is no school tozay, zat ze power haz been cut off and zey muznt go to school see? And zen, zey will be pissed off very, very much after havink to muster ze villpower to go to school and zen zere iz no school after all and zey will be so pissed about it and zey cannot do anythink about it see at all? Iz brilliant, non?

 

[All teachers clap with enthusiasm, cheering Teacher #1 on and then do the Nazi salute thing with the marching and all]

 

 

Haha. I have got some imagination eh?

 

For all we know, they could plotting some sort of conspiracy on the students right now and are having some secret council of evil in the library. Or, they could be at their underground secret lab or whatever deviously planning to poison the food or something. Or not.  Maybe there really is a blackout. Whichever the reason, I am SO ticked off.

 

First I get woken up by my ridiculously loud alarm clock (I swear, it can wake up the whole house if I don’t shut it up) and I’m feeling all, “No, I am not vantink to go to school tozay” and just when I’ve found enough willpower to push myself into the shower and finish off, the phone vibrates and it’s a declaration of impromptu school holiday until further notice. Just when I’ve actually began to look forward to it. (I even promised myself I will try my hardest not to fall asleep during Commerce, English, POA and/or BM. These are the subjects so far that I have struggled to keep awake in. Even after I’ve had just about 12 hours of sleep the night before.)

 

Life seriously must be playing a joke on me right now. I was this close, THIS [puts index finger thumb pretty close to each other, almost touching] close to getting something and suddenly...there’s no school today. I suppose you’ve not an inkling on what I’m going on about but yes, it’s reason enough for me to be pretty miffed about not having to go to school today.

 

Well, there is always... tomorrow. Now this weekend might be something to look forward to. We’re going to KB tomorrow and Saturday for reasons I shall not be posting here. Yay us! And by ‘we’ I mean myself, Richelle, Eddie, Shin, Mickko, Azim and a few others. Wow. A 4-hour bus ride with these guys? It’s gonna be so insane. And Miss K (the lady who’s in charge of all this) will be lanja-ing us. Oh yeah, uh huh [does the Macarena].

 

And no, Miss K is not some very nice looking lady who’s offered us colourful little lollipops to get into her van while she plans to kidnap us and send out ransom notes to our families demanding truckloads of Georgio Armani, Gucci and Prada bags. Holy mac, what if she is?! O.O [frozen in fear, recovers] Nahhhhhh.

 

 

Sceptic: Oh yeah Chels, if you do know her then why do you call her Miss K? I bet you don’t even what K stands for.

Chels: Hell yeah I do, it’s just that she’s Turkish (we originally thought she was German) and you know, Turkish names can be pretty tricky to pronounce so there!

 

 

 It’s gonna be so epic. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you’re only a day away–– okay stop, life might go sardonic on me again and play one of its seemingly amusing little tricks, by like, breaking down the bus that’s supposed to get us to KB and back or having Miss K come down with some sort of a fever or something, so stop. Blahhh who cares? Tomorrow, tomorrow, you’re only a day awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy [extremely off-pitch].  

 

   

 

PS I haven’t posted in quite a bit and believe me when I say loads of things have happened and maybe I’ll find the right mood later on to write about it. Cheers for now mates. 

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