Late For Class... Not
AaaaHhh... *snuggles comfoRtably into nice new template* Finally. =D
Woke up at 7.30 this morning, exactly ten minutes before my bus comes. I almost tripped over my purple comforter as I dashed to the bathroom. I had to take two buses to the 8am class, and as luck would have it, today is the day I had a paper to present in that class.
The annoying, hyper-in-the-wee-hours-of-morning cat did
not help at all. After the third time he ran into my room and endangering my sister's face (he has sharp claws ok), I could have sworn smoke was coming out of my ears. But I managed, with my still in a lovely mess (involuntarily going for the bed-hair sexy look), to catch both buses, power-walked to the classroom...
Only to find out the lecturer was not there yet. It's strange enough that I woke up late (hey I
never woke up late this semester, not once; don't believe ask May and my sis =P); the world is going topsy-turvy when even our dear, straight-laced lecturer is late for class. Throughout the semester, he'd been on-the-dot punctual, personally marking our attendances instead of passing on an attendance sheet like every other you-miss-class-your-business university professor. And now he's absent?
Not that I'm complaining. 0=) After about 15 minutes, some decided their warm beds were too comfy to be left alone and walked out with a amicable 'Oh f*** it, I'm leaving.'
I left 30 minutes later.
I still have one major research paper due next Thursday, but I can't bring myself to work on it too hard. It's thanksgiving week man! We're going to NEW YORK! Gonna meet Yuk Shan, Su and Wei Ming! *huGz meSelf* Although right now there're some technical problems... but we'll see. Just a minor setback; nothing God can't flick off in a zap...
That is, if He plans to, of course. =P
Miss Keong oh.