.. my Sunday didn’t go too well. In fact, I felt the intense urge to blog about it so that I can “reminiscence” as I read back my blog 10 years later. People tend to remember unhappy things more and longer I feel. How true is that..errrr. okie..back to the topic.ahem.
Firstly, I got the exam timing mixed up. Supposed to be from 9.30am-12.45pm…but I thought it was from 9.45am to 12.30pm..best. if I remember the starting time earlier not so bad, at least I’ll be early for the exam. But I remembered the wrong n later timing.duhz. supposed to meet weilin at kembangan station at 8.30am so set alarm at 7am.. and of all things, my clock spoilt and time was stuck at 6.50am. so the next time I checked, it was already 7.40am..decided to sleep abit more and take cab to the place. Just as I dilly dally to get ready, I decided to check my exam voucher for the timing again just in case. And it was then I realized the test was suppose to start at 9.30..not 9.45. it was 9am and I was still at home. Super rushed like mad and can’t even take the breakfast I made.
When I was about to reach the school, there was a massive jam all the way.Apparently, the whole world took cabs to the school as it’s all the way at ulu pandan-upper change rd north. As if it wasn’t bad enough, the classroom chairs and tables macham for little kids, so bloody low and uncomfortable. As if it still wasn’t bad enough, the exam was super muzukashii!!! Ayu, confirm gotta take with you next year.haiz.
When the exam ended, a scene resembling somewhat like a stampede came into place. Hordes of students shuffled out to the pathetic bus stop to wait for 1 pathetic low frequency single deck bus-2 to go tanah merah station, which is supposedly the “nearest” mrt but it’s still like a good 20 min ride. The sun wasn’t too forgiving either. Couldn’t squeeze onto the 1st bus that came and stood there waiting in the scorching sun for the next.
The 2nd bus came but….it was FULL.some spoil market people walked up to the previous bus stop to take the bus lor. Dam. And when we decided to follow suit and walk to the earlier stop, the whole world also started to walk back up.urgh. hot hot.hot.
After what seemed like a 3km walkathon, we still didn’t see the bus stop. So we headed to another bus stop we saw not far away, and by the time we walked there, realized it was the wrong bus stop. Felt rich and we decided to hail a cab. And the cabs were all busy, hired or already occupied. Got money also don’t allow us to spend.haiz. So we end up walking further and finally got to the stop we wanted and squeezed packed ourselves up the bus. Great.! The air con’s spoilt.
Had booked Harry Potter at 2.35pm at PS..supposed to meet naz at 1.30…and at 1.30 I was still on the bus. Luckily, managed to reach PS at 2.10pm and rushed to breadtalk to buy bread so that we can eat in the theatre. Was so so hungry coz I haven’t eaten anything for the whole day.
Bought the popcorn combo set and at the entrance, the stupid guy stopped us from bringing the breadtalk in. shucks. Should have kept in my bag. Forgot. He asked us to leave the bread outside. So sorry but I wasn’t in a very good mood already and he did this at the wrong time. So I argued with him that I bought the popcorn from GV. He said ya, but I can’t eat the bread. I told him I’m going to eat it coz I’m very very hungry and I AM GOING TO EAT IT and I walked away. Naz agreed to leave it at the counter and asked me to pass him my bag. So he pretended to go to the counter and hid the bread in my bag before coming in. kaozzzzz… meaningless.
My god! Woke up on the wrong side of the bed lor. On a positive note, at least Harry Potter wasn’t too bad la.. though I always thought part1 was the best. Had dinner at KFC and proceeded to catch the a concert at The Esplanade. Was a wind instrument concert orchestra called “xxx goes pop”… I dunno how to spell.. gomen.heh. It was ok lor coz I’m not a big fan of instrumental type of concerts.. more of singing and mayday type where I can scream, wave lightsticks and sing along…which should be quite obvious if you know me.keke. But some of the pieces were very long and really made me sleepy e.g. Miss Saigon. It sounded like it could last forever.
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