What a bloody eventful week! Well, to be exact it's these couple of days. Let's see, I think it started on Thursday. I made a new personal record for the latest time ever woken up: 6.15 pm. The best part was that I wasn't even sure what day it was and thought it was morning. Anyway, after dinner my mom told me that my dad had gotten into an accident. Which is... a surprise of course. But it felt very surreal since she said it so nonchalantly. What happened was, on his drive to Kuantan, my dad encountered a cross wind (which I have no idea what it means, but it's supposedly a wind that crosses your path?) and it actually lifted his car up. Nope, not kidding. After making the car lift up and spinning it around, the car's tires punctured so my dad had to change them in the pouring rain. Guess those bengkel lessons would come in handy now, huh. End of Day 1.

On Day 2, woke up and everything was as normal as it can get on a Friday morning when I have class. Got up, passed up my homework, went to class, went back home, and chilled. Then Suz and me went to grab lunch at McD and her car kinda was diagonally rubbing against the wall (in simpler times, the turning wasn't good enough so she scratched the car) so we were stuck and didn't know what to do. Then these two guys came and they started talking in mumbled Chinese and made hand gestures. To cut things short, they called this security guard dude and together lifted the car up (Geez, what's with my life and the lifting up of cars?) while I was inside (I was stuck since my door couldn't open or it would hit the wall). Of course, I scrambled out after that but it's really like whoa, since I've never seen complete strangers do things like lift a car up; good Samaritans, I suppose.

Okay then, she parked the car alright afterwards, and we walked into McD. Then we almost bumped into John and that was cool too, since I don't really care if we did or not. When Suz finished lunch, I got a call from Ms. Sylvia (my English Lit. lecturer) asking me if I could check the A-Levels syllabus, so I told her sure, as soon as I got home. Reached home, opened the cie.org website, scrolled down, and realized that for Paper 5 of Eng. Lit. Antony & Cleopatra ISN'T in the syllabus for the May/June 2007 Paper. Wonderful. There goes 1 year's worth of work. Personally, I wasn't as panicked as the rest of the class. It does affect me, but I haven't started on studying it yet, so thank God I didn't waste any time analyzing Shakespeare's words on that play. Everyone I know (who called me) are pretty pissed.

John: Great, we're fucked for Paper 5.
Shal: I hate that woman, I'm freaking out right now.
Jerusha: She's so stupid! Argh, I don't want to cram everything in 1 month's time!
The rest aren't really worth mentioning.

I wonder how much crap Sylvia's gonna get from Sathya and the class. Of course, I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut and watch the fireworks; wouldn't want to get involved in any gangfights *laugh*. I honestly feel sorry for Sylvia, sure it's her fault but now everyone's going to hate her. I think one of the reasons why I just can't get mad at this anymore is because I'm just tired of being irritated at her ignorance. Yes, she screwed us over a few times (most notable before this would be the AS paper where she focused on the wrong poems) but even then I found it ironic that even though we all thought her a stupid cow, we actually believed what she told us and read accordingly. When the results came out, blame started getting thrown everywhere. It's kinda sad that we never really blame ourselves when shit like this happens. I mean, come on! Everyone said she knew crap, and always went late for her class, doesn't it say that you think she's unreliable as a lecturer? And yet you still trust her word? Get real.

Anyway, the issue here isn't about the results, it's us having the wrong syllabus in our hands 1 month away from the finals. God, I hope we don't have extra classes on Saturday just to make up for lost time.

Okay, moving on. My mom received a call today from my aunt, saying that she's leaving for New Zealand tonight at 8pm to get married. My mom was definitely surprised since there were no talks about it beforehand and it was just like:

"Hey, how are you?"
"I just wanted to tell you I'm going to NZ tonight to get married, I'll be back in a week."

Come on, who does that to family? Getting hitched this way... I can practically feel the disapproval oozing from my mom when she told me about it. Why is she getting married in NZ and not Malaysia? Because Malaysia needs to get rid of idiots in the syariah courts. Here's what happened. My aunt married this SOB who is also Malay (comes as no surprise he's a SOB), was abused by him (I think) and left him. Divorce was filed but there were some problems in the processing of the documents. Bottomline: She's officially a muslim and can't marry her current long-term boyfriend. So now they flee for New Zealand, the land where sheeps and cows and goats graze on grass oh-so-green. You know the place they refer to when they say 'the grass is always greener on the other side'? Well, it's the backward land of New Zealand (not that Malaysia's any better). Okay, didn't mean to sound so mocking of New Zealand, it's really a beautiful country! Lord of the Rings was shot there, maybe we'll even see a few dwarves hobbits wandering around the grassy planes. Whatever. Yeah, so... now she's getting married! Too bad I can't see the wedding, pity.

There, don't you think it was a very eventful couple of days? I can't believe I actually wanted things to happen in my life, I think I'd prefer boredom over these any day.

And Claire? I can't view your blog. The url is: http://icecreamlicousbyme.blogspot.com/ right?