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Mr. Cumulonimbus spun a magnificent ominous patchwork of grayish matter over the sky this morning, marking the beginning of a bad day. Indeed. It was a very bad one. Damn.

First of all it was the inaugural lesson of the froggie, free willy series. We arrived at the pool fifteen minutes late and received no reprimand. Heh. That wasn't too bad. We didn't know we still had to report to the pool under such a weather condition. I joined the "Not so strong in swimming" group and bored myself to death. For the entire lesson, we only did two laps at the baby pool. ARGH. Should have joined the other group.

Next a tumultuous thunderstorm raged through, propelling Saturday's Math Test papers to their respective owners. Prayers fell upon deaf ears. Never mind. Somehow one way or another, the result I got today spurred me on to start on my academic revision. Let's see... I'm supposed to complete a couple of tutorials and finish revising Circular Motion today...

I'm starting on this little true-life recollection of my past. Hold on tight. I might sound childish at times.

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Childhood Mem'ries

(1) Teacher's Day

It was supposed to be a joyous occasion. Yes, it was, till the very end, when the celebration's over, when everyone returned and when I was left alone at the bus stop waiting patiently for the feeder bus to arrive. I was too small then to realise how precious time is. This was where it all started... (dreamy dreamy state, blurry blurry vision, envisage yourself in a moving SBS non-aircon feeder bus about to alight).

One of the syrup containers I was carrying slipped and dropped into the obscure corner of the alighting steps. This threw me into frantic anxiety. I was small then, remember. My undeveloped mind and height denied me of my ability to bend down and retrieve the bottle. The worst thing was that it jammed the doors. My eyes swelled. People from the front turned back and those at the back continued to stare. I had to swallow hard to keep my heart from pounding up my esophagus. If I had not remembered wrongly, I broke out.

Fortunately, a kind hearted man helped me out of this horrific situation by picking up the half crushed container. I quickly rushed down the bus, in the process forgot to thank him.

(2) Library Book

It was on this same feeder bus number I had my little misadventure. I actually left my school library book on the bus. Sigh. Had to pay for it, of course. The Librarian Teacher wasn't one to be trifled with.

Hmm. I guess this isn't a good idea. I guess I'll just leave this portion and scrap the rest. Or maybe I'll just write about it what I feel like it. I'll rather stick to poetry.

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Changed the way the sidebars' programmed

Food of the Day
Milo Ice Cream

Colour of the Day
Black. Maybe I should scrap this section too since it's been too stagnant.