The Clock is Smiling

Whau!

I got home after an overdose of Maths and the clock was in the 1010 position.

Don't give up, clock! Keep ticking one more cycle (or 2 Pi radians!) and a bit more and then I'll be freeeeee!

Wah lau, why the complec number si beh complec one?

I already have plans to go play basketball tomorrow after maths. For now, though, I operate under the assumption that there are tons of exams after maths and there's nothing to be excited about so maths is the most fun thing to do in life and I must live breathe think eat maths.

I have three weddings to go to after exams. All my female cousins. I'm happy for two of them because they managed to get decent husbands who don't mind that they're hearing impaired, and one of them used to teach me maths in pri sch (see, I have a long and illustrious history of sucking at maths).

The third cousin may still be a bit pissed with me though. A year or so back, she called and wanted to speak with my mum. Her name's Katherine, and so I turned and yelled that Cat Urine wanted to speak to my mum.

Oops! Forgot to cover the receiver mouthpiece! -_-"

I am singularly talented at pissing people off.