On this peaceful Saturday morning, the sun is peeking gently from behind the clouds and HDB flats. As Kenny is walking to the MRT station, he notices a group of red ants gathering in its numbers, a cute little snail, and the song of birds. For some reason, there is a tune stuck in Kenny's head this morning as he skips along walks along -:

6 little ducks that I once knew, fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones too,
But the one little duck with a feather on its back,
He rued the others with a quack quack quack, quack quack quack,

Down to the river they would go,
Wibble wobble wibble wobble to and fro,
But the one little duck with a feather on its back,
He rued the others with a quack quack quack, quack quack quack.....

It's a song from Kenny's childhood! Not that I think anyone would know it though.

But I digress.

In such a seemingly perfect morning, what could be wrong?!?! Well, read again then! It's a f**king Saturday morning - why the hell am I going to school on a Saturday? For a Maths test would be the answer. They really should pay us overtime for such stuff you know? We're a part of the civil service and we only work 5 days a week! Gah-men say one, so we follow! =)

And it was a good thing I didn't (have time to) study for the Maths test - I don't think I would have done any better if I had. And even my mother said, "Maths test need to study one meh?". ;p