Friday, August 10, 2007
CURRENT MOOD: GRUMPY+ BITCHY
Woke up at 5.28am today despite my double-tuned alarm.
DANG! My shuttle was going to pick me up at 5.40 to the airport.
I called the company up and the latest time they could extend was FIVE MINUTES more.
SO oh shit, what the heck. I managed to brush my teeth and ate a big chunk of love-baked fruitcake by Rheena before I left.
I was 4 minutes late and the shuttle was blasting its honk like nobody business.
WHAT IS THE PROBLEM??!! It's 5.30 am for GOODNESS SAKE on a BLOODY FRIDAY!!!!
The lady sneered that I was 4 minutes late and shooed me into the car. YES, she literally SHOOED me in, like a dog!!!!!! I told her I rescheduled to 5.45 and she sternly snapped: NO, it's 5.40.
WHATEVER MAN.
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This friendly-looking old woman sat beside me this time in the plane. I was too grumpy to initiate a conversation due to lack of sleep and all the rush this morning. I think she has some sort of anxiety disorder as her hands were shaking and has trembling lips too. Kind of tell-tale symptoms of an anxious lady. Anyway, the journey was extremely BUMPY. I have been in the plane on numerous occasions and this was the most unsettled journey ever! They even canceled the drinks serving time because of that. The lady then turned to me politely saying that she was going to vomit. For a moment I stared at her in horror, praying that she won't vomit straight into my bitchy face. Almost elegantly, she reached out for the plastic bag and vomited. Now that's cute. She did not even flinched. The vomit was kinda 'effortless', not the usual gagging-like reflex that normal people might have. The most ELEGANT and WELL-DONE vomit, seriously. QUIET, LADY-LIKE and WELL-MANNERED. I thought she was just spitting.
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Reached Dunny airport and got into the shuttle. Now this MAORI driver looked really 'out there'. I suspected he was on his post-drinking recovery. I said I want to go to ETHEL MC MILLAN, he looked at me as if I want to go to MARS. FINE. I wrote my address on the paper for him to do some research with the map. I hoped I can get to my stupid COMPULSORY tutorial on time. There were another 2 people in the shuttle but I hope I would be the first one to be dropped off.He drove like a snail, like 40km/hr on the high way. FINE. Better be late than sorry, I thought. Then he drove to some eerie place out of the city and stopped. ' That's the place, young lady.' ETHEL STREET.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRr.............
ETHEL MC MILLAN HOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
'Just go to the central library and I will show you the way'. I almost hissed.
Then he wanted to stop at the CITY library.
I said University Central library.
Daringly, he was a bit pissed off. ' You should say THE UNIVERSITY. Not central library. ' And went all very defensive about the whole delay and how I should said university so that he wouldn't end up in Ethel Street.
That's human nature , isn't it? Almost put the blame on others.He must be new. ETHEL MC MILLAN PLACE and ETHEL STREET. I wonder what's the similarity except for the first word. How on earth can you be the driver when you don't get your address right. Furthermore, what does he mean by THE UNIVERSITY? It could be any where from ST David to the HOSPITAL.
OH WELL, ended up 5 minutes late to the tutorial.
Then I picked up a scenario to do:
A 55 years old woman coming in asking advice re-masturbation. Advise about it eg. methods, device options.
WHAT THE......................
I screwed it up not surprisingly.
DO DOCTORS NEED TO KNOW THAT AS WELL? (@*)(#*)(@*#)@(*#)@)@@#
FINE FINE FINE.
I decided maybe I should just go somewhere else for this 2 -weeks holiday like Melbourne or Sydney. So I rushed to the IMMIGRATION office after tutorials to get my passport problem sorted out. To my utter dismay, it was closed.
MON-FRI 9pm-3pm.
WHERE GOT PEOPLE WORK IN THAT KIND OF HOURS ONE????!!!
That's the easiest job in the world. Just sit there and 'chop chop chop' and off their go at 3pm. Who knows that they may have morning and afternoon teas in between!!!!
URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OKAY OKAY.
So I walked home wanting to get a nap as I felt stinky with grudges only to find myself being locked myself outside.
I pressed the doorbell frantically.
Flatmates were all out.
After swearing about 30 minutes in the cold wind , one of them came home and I made him my hero of the day.
It was only then my brother messaged me from his room next to mine.Want to have dinner? I JUST WOKE UP.
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Sometimes I wonder what makes him different from a dead man when he sleeps.
Labels: GULLIBILITY
* Dreaming is like lollies to the souls_
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