Was typing a blog post when the school principal called. o.O

Apparently nobody bothered to write our deputy education minister’s closing speech script, and joy, he now expects me to write a 1000 word script, like, immediately. Worse still the YB’s political secretary is banging on the school door (figuratively), and I have to finish it in 30 minutes.

Gotta chow. Cheers to my sleep time. Hopes that my voice doesnt go in the same direction too.

12:25 am.

Update :

Slacks around and tries to put his brain into the mindset of an Education Minister. (I never thought the 30 minute thing was real. =_=) Around 12.35, received a call from an unknown lady (she later identified herself as PTA’s ex-<insert post>, sorry I didnt catch it over the phone). She was asking for the speech! (Makes wtf-face) And there goes some mad typing and brain cell crunching.

12.55 am: Completes writing, sends off script to 3 different people.

And finally realizes, crap, I have my own Emcee script to rewrite.

Oh joy, secondary school life indeed. (Sorry for the super-conversational style english)

my eyes are still red after 2 hours.