| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Monday, August 15, 2005, 7:06:00 PM | permalink |
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The clock would make itself noticed. Beep, ring, light up, almost like a person that needs some TLC attention. I would look at it and note the critically limited margin of time left before putting it out of sight and mind and carry on with whatever I was doing before (usually blogging/mp3s/computer-related) The next time the clock decides to make me pay attention I would be transfixed on it for a full second. "OH F- !"Then my panicked frenzy begins. I would hastily try to pack up whatever it is I'll be needing for the coming week in camp. The at-that-moment-not-funny-but-hilarious-in-a-sitcom-kind-of-way thing would be I would reach camp and realise that light-years-away at my home, my socks/underwears/other things important would still be sitting in my room. And at that point, for the second time in the night, I would go "OH F- !"Wait, go back to my chaotic packing in my room. OK, stuff all in. (I think) Showered. Clothes on, shoes on. I do the 200m dash from my home down to the main road to call a cab. Once one comes, to my eternal relief, and I get on, in the soft slow motion quiet of the taxi backseat I would then realised that for the umpteenth time I've failed to keep on my promise to save on needless expenses. Ah well. "Uncle ah, how long more to Sungei Gedong camp ah?" |
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