Imagine, you come home at 7plus 8 one day after a long day of third language and a freaking long time travelling. And when you step right into your house, your phone rang. You wearily picked up the phone to know that you are supposed to wear your half-u(read: polish the fucking boots that'll never look shiny) for CCA tomorrow and prepare for a certain crime prevention test, one of which they did not even mention in the 'lectures'. Adding on to it, you have to read up on all the first-aid stuff you missed out on the previous CCA session for you were too ill to attend, which somehow was more than an hour.

Knowing that you still have a chinese essay that is to be handed in before assembly the next morning really didn't help at all. And oh, maybe you shouldn't remind yourself you've been targeted by the God of Misery this week.

Tell me, can life get any sweeter?