For the past week I have been driving to work since my dad was away, and my mum wanted someone to fetch her to work. Everyday I drove to work and cursed at the stupid drivers on the road. I hope no one else is cursing me along the way too. I like to think that I can drive pretty well, my only problem was my parking. But with some practice, I think that my parking is pretty swell now too. ;)
Work has been pretty hectic because we gotta tie up the exams loose ends and prepare for the final exams meetings which will conclude this round of exam craze. Hopefully there will not be crazy students coming to appeal for their marks and give all sort of crap like "I've studied really hard and I'm convinced that I got an A!" Come on, what you think in your head is usually drastically different from reality.
On another note, I rotted at home throughout the weekend and finished ANTM Cycle 12. Yes, I did mention to kutu that I would not watch the cycles anymore because it was getting stale and cliched and everything else you could imagine from a show which had exhausted everything in their imagination after maybe 6 cycles. However, due to some unforeseen and strange reason, I began to search for the episodes in Youtube and the rest is history! It is still cliched and cheesy and weird and strange and nothing good about it but somehow I felt more complete. Shit! ANTM has became a part of my life! Tyra Banks had poisoned my mind! I felt strange knowing that there is a new cycle out there but I wasn't watching it! I felt like I was betraying the show! God help me!!
What went worse over the weekend was me going to fetch my mum from work. Not that the act itself was bad, it was the process. As usual, she spoke to me while I was still in lalaland and asked me to fetch her after work, time to be confirmed again. Soon, she called me and told me that she would end around 4.25pm. So I set out for lunch, went home for a few episodes of ANTM and around 4.20pm I drove out to JCU to wait for her. So I waited and waited and waited. I called her and she said she had just finished work, asking me where was I, and I replied that I was at the carpark near the entrance, in front of the basketball court. Then she asked the golden question: "Where are you? I am at SIM."
I tell you I almost fainted. Luckily I had great driving skills (",) and immediately rushed over to SIM.
Moral of the story: Do not try to tell other people things when they are sleeping and make sure that you state the time and venue clearly!
