Alright, here comes Hadi's super long essay entry.
Gaaaaaaah get ready.
I've tried my best not to use any vulgarities.
At least compliment me for my effort. =D
Reminder: Extremely fictional post for schoolwork.

Shout to God.

A Bad, Bad Day.

The angels were in a foul mood today and somehow decided I should pay for it.
Okay, i agree i haven't been a very good boy this year but that did not account for all the crap heaped upon me today.

I was introduced to this day by my 'super awesome' phone that decided to die on me. Not that it mattered a huge deal to me but the alarm function would have really helped a young man trying to get to school on time.

That done, i had to bathe under pouring ice (well, that was not the case but, hell yeah, the water was somehow freezing cold). Being the good boy that I am (=.=) I made my father aware of this situation [that turned out to be the worst idea of the day]. He snapped and screamed at me, - yes, scream like a girl - said i should be appreciative that we have Water in the first place. (At this point, my face was in the WTH mode). Well alright, perhaps I caught him at the wrong time. My luck. I tried getting over the whole sway-ness (slang for bad luck) but that was to be only as far as 20mins before 7am.

Oh man. Oh God. Do you ssmmmellllll what the rock is cookin'?
You do? Yeah you're right. Super-duper-ultra-mega-force (line stolen from Ryzel) bad day.
Let me remind you, dear blog readers, whatever that's written up there happened in the morning at home.
Wait 'till we get to school, people.

Wait, I said get to school?
Doing that was a mind-blowing disaster.

If you're unaware, my dad sends my mum and I to our respective schools on his off-days. I don't take that for granted, i really don't. And to prove that, I make it a point to actually check with him if he were to send me the next morning. I did exactly that - something my dad insisted I did not do. But why does it matter? The reason is, my friends, my father sent the car to the workshop! (Super-pissed face mode now) "Oh, yes i can take the bus, father but it is 6.55am!" Wow, and the same thing as his answer - "you take things for granted". (Come on lady luck, what is up with you today)

Alright, that was that. How pissed of with your own parents can you get? 'Forgive and forget' I told myself. *Such a good boy, such a good boy Hadi is* And so to actually get to school by a reasonable time, I flagged a taxi. [Yes, this schoolboy who doesn't earn a penny flagged a taxi, at peak hour(!), to get to school!] All the way throughout the commute I prepared myself for a (hardcore) shelling from Mr Chia.

The regular 'latecomer protocol' happened and I got past that. The mundane life of a schoolboy replayed. No good news to brighten up the gloomy, gloomy day. The thoughts of strenuous training later on freaked me out.

And Mr Gloomy Day had sex with Ms Pissing-Me-Off Day [they must have] and there you have a F***ed-Up Day

I don't usually hate teachers because i know they are going to be the ones assessing me for examinations, but this (a.k.a. Monster from Hell) Mr Ben Khaw [or however to spell that name, i don't care] is pushing me. He stepped into the class thinking he was some kind of big shot shouting at the most trivial matters like not writing the names of absentees. And not only does he do that, he yelled at me for not knowing who is not is class at that moment. [For goodness sake, sir, I came in later than you] (Oh, be professional) And to add up to the crap count, he said he came in with "High Expectations of such a good class". Oh, Please. Our class is known for our discipline cases.

After school my mind and soul's all extremely exhausted. To top it all - with whipped cream and some MnM - fitness training. Running 7 stories up and 7 stories down 11 times with countless number of push-ups, sit-ups and dorsal raises etc.

Thank you all for such a wonderful day.
The end.

Reminder: Extremely fictional
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