again n again...

Jz woke up. it's 2:37 am.

These days many things happened to me. 2 days back,  at starbuck, I was suppose to fetch nini back from tuition. It was 9:55 pm, considered late to leave the place. Pack the laptop, finish the last slurp of the thick hot choco, and rush to the car. 

one hand holding the laptop and another dig deep into the huge pocket on the right. Great! The adrenaline starts it's journey, a feel of fear run through my spine. You should know what happened here. where is the car key??? I used to have a clumsy bunch of keys tied together to prevent this kind of affair taking place. but it's papa's Hyundai.... I didn't have my own copy in the collection. searching around... couldn't find.... announce missing. imediately ran to the car, please, don't let me see the unwanted scene... praying for the car to be at where it was.

Thanks God, it's still there. The fear gone, replaced with the consciousness. Then, I called papa to fetch nini n bring the spare key. Look around again, asked around. Luckily, papa didn't scold me, cause he knew it wouldn't turn the situation better. Well, the forgetful, careless, "mong cha cha" characteristic all shown up again.   

the same day afternoon( flash back a bit), After settled at MABECS, jie asked me to buy a bus ticket for my cousin, from KL to Parit Buntar, 3:30 pm tmr. So, I went to the patrol station at state to buy. It's my first time to but a bus ticket though always be the driver to send ppl there to buy ticket. I said to the person on the counter, Parit Buntar, 3: 30 pm tmr. He asked from Duta or Pudu. (take long time to recall the names... short memories bout names.... haiz...) I simply said Duta, as I have no idea what's the different. paid RM21.40, went to fetch nini back from school. C, this is the life of the driver... never rest!

Reached home, left the ticket on the Peugeot, fetch nini to tuition. ... :again, forgot to bring the ticket home...

At night, jie told me I should choose Pudu instead of Duta, nearer. ... another mistake here... Anyway, I inquire papa bout the way to Duta, as I will be the DRIVER again the next day.   

so, the story continues today..

I went to papa's office to print out my portfolio in the morning. Bout 12pm, Jie called me :"the bus ticket written 24July, which is tmr!...." again, another mistake!!! I can never done a thing perfectly...

As a full time driver to serve everyone without any complains, went back to take jie and cousin sis for our lunch at state. Ya, missed out something... Before that, at papa's office.. I was asked to drive papa's car back to do my stuff ( UK thing ). when reach the lower ground parking lot, errr... where is the car??? Reminded papa purposely told me to remember where he parked the car just now... I answered:" Oooo..." He knows me well... In the end, I walked for at laest 15 min, search for 2 floors car park n still, cannot find the car.. phone papa, the annoying sound again..."..u have insufficient credit to make the call... bla bla..." haiz... so I walk around again n again, with the heavy laptop... 

Finally, found! 

The car key?? 

No no, this time, it's safely in my pocket... haha, so happy finally I done something reasonable.

 

Went to change the ticket, forget what's the malay word for "yesterday" , jie told kemarin... My malay suck.. changed the date, n the venue to Pudu. I forget where we took our lunch.

send cousin to Pudu, go MABECS again check for the accommodation, fetch jie back. went Wing's at Kelana, bind the portfolio. Mama requested me to buy her some acrylic, but I didn't have $$$.. Wallet still left <>

went to band room, send nini back. I was totally flat, bumped into my bed, zzzzzz...z.z....

few minutes later... the phone rang again... be tough and consistent Ziyang... how can a 24H-on-call-driver sleep while he is on duty? again, have to fetch papa from KTM, Petaling... since the car is with me...

I sincerely salute Jie, he so brilliant as to choose not to learn driving.