That sort of day

Sometimes you get so unlucky you start to laugh at yourself.

I woke up late in the morning when I was supposed to go to school early to play soccer with councillors - not that it was such a great prospect or anything, but any workout was to be better than no exercise. So of course I had to go. Plus without the World Cup on nowadays, any soccer was to be better than no soccer.

I hopped on the 56 bus and thought I wouldn't bother pressing the bell at RI since those security fags always lock the gate on Saturdays (5-day work week my arse). Well the bus went past the gate and OOPS how come it's open? The walk in the sweltering heat was a literal warm up to the soccer game, where it got even hotter.

The thing about Council soccer is that it wasn't very fun because we were playing full pitch - the FULL BREADTH of the pitch. Now if you ask "what's wrong with that", we were using the breadth as our length. If you still don't get what I mean, we're using half the pitch and playing eleven against eleven. That was ultimate gay because it's too small and if you study the particulate theory of matter (which you probably do because it's damn basic Physics), same number of particles in less space = more effective collisions.

More effective collisions tend to raise the temperature of the game. In the end I guess we had more than a few disgruntled players effing away at the stupid conditions we were playing at. Cramped and hot, it seemed like Sauna @ RJC.. with another 21 aspiring perspiring councillors with you. Wonderful isn't it.

Oh and when the soccer match ended, so did my parents' session with the teacher. If you'd recall my post yesterday, today was Parent-Teacher Meeting. The timing was so perfect and so exclusive that the moment I walked to the canteen after sauna soccer I saw my parents and had an invite to sit down.

Well we had a little chat about my not-so-existent future, and about my existent not-so-distant future which was to change a lot. I told you it was one of those days this just had to happen. And in the afternoon I told myself that I was going to do my Chemistry homework. So I took it out, placed it on the TABLE mind you and started reading about the (Periodic) table on the table.

If you thought I was being industrious and hardworking, the fact was that I was trying my best not to sleep so I just studied random stuff. Like Periodic Table. But the thing is despite having tables on tables I ended up NODDING OFF. Like what the hell la.. and the worst part of it was that when I woke up I stuck out my hand and oops I hit my glass of water and suddenly everything seemed crystal clear to me.

Luckily I wasn't dreaming. Or my dream would be.. (never mind)

And my Chemistry notes all were in anhydrous state. Bloody lone pairs all over my Chemistry worksheets, I decided to stop everything altogether. In that sort of day, nothing gets done.

I turned on the computer and went to Miniclip after a long absence, having not visited the site since Sec 2 computer games where in an attempt to be a half-baked rebel, we played Java/Shockwave games on Miniclip just to spite Tony Lee the IT Head who surfed porn in the comfort of his office. Well, there seemed to be this new game called "World Cup Soccer". Sounds exciting. I clicked on the link.

Being "that sort of day", you probably would have figured out by now I didn't go very far. Certainly not the finals, nor the semis, nor the quarters. Oh no, I couldn't even get past SELECTION OF TEAM. Because somehow when I clicked "Germany" repeatedly the damn thing would not register. Same goes for any other team.

I suppose it was a sign to get back to my work, but being that sort of day, it wasn't to be.

So I'm blogging here. And here's the end of "that sort of day".