Wohooo. This is the ever cool Ahmad writing his third blog entry.

Today can be said to be one of the worst ever day of my 14 year old life. I came to school trying to be as optimistic as possible. But having the honour of one of the worst days of my life means that the optimistic mind will soon change to a mind of a pessimist.

Firstly, we had a PSL session which consists of a few secondary four guys teaching us something they think that us secondary twos should learn. We had to think of an idea of how to make a charity funding event in groups of five. My friends' ideas are not pleasing and thus I shall not put the ideas on my blog.

Then, it was Mr Gabriel's lesson and unfortunately, I was not paying attention. He took notice of this with his hawk like eyes and asked me a question I forgotten about by now. I stared at his face and started with 'urm....uh...' to stall time. Luckily, help came from boys called Lemuel and Sean who were frantically whispered the answer almost audibly to me.

I transferred whatever I heard to the teacher and I had to admit he did look a little disappointed that I had managed to answer his 'almost impossible to answer' question. After that was recess and I thought that all my problems are solved. How wrong I was.

During recess, I was happily queuing up at Geylang Bahru Indian Cuisine Stall. Then, a group of five Indians( no offence, but this is what happened) went to the the auntie and nonchalantly cut the queue. It was like they were oblivious to the famished people who were honestly queuing up.

I will continue my worst day of my life tomorrow to those avid fans of this stellar blog. There is no reason you should hate it, it is the best! WOOOOOOHOOOOOOO Ps: My mother cooked hotplate beancurd, lightening my horrid day.

bob - 3:03 AM