Yesterday was spankingly awesome.
Not because Uni was awesome, but because I got to drive all on my own courtesy of dahdee's consent.
I went home at 1 pm and had lunch.
And started running my errands as Miss Personal Assistant to an ex-extremely-critical-and-efficient-Admin Manager; in other words, my mother.
I had to make dozens of phone calls, be extremely assertive to get things my way; enquire informations which are way beyond for a person of my age [
they were all shocked to hear that I am the daughter instead of THE ultimate person] and make arrangements and appointments.
And I got my way!! Yay!!
So before I got the answer, the dahdee who came to the college and I took over to drive home, had to quickly change cars and rush off to work. He left at 2 pm.
After all the phone calls, it was 2.45 pm and my Criminal Law book and Contract book were just lying hopelessly directly beside me, untouched and untainted by my brains and fingers. So much for reading up and preparing for today. But no, the matter at hand is at bigger stake than the books.
And finally, I passed the negotiation to 2 other people to come up with the appointment time.
Meanwhile, while waiting impatiently for the reply; I went into the kitchen to boil water under the request of the dahdee.
After that, I walked into the hall; attempting to clear up all the mess that my mom and sis left behind before the flew off.
Out of spontaneity, I started unpacking my sister's trunks. And started sorting the clothes out according to colours and the clothes which have the possibility of shedding their colour.
And I washed the clothes. Using the washing machine of course. Not such a classic Cinderella afterall. But it's still a first for washing clothes.
I was impatient for it to be 3 pm so that I can consult my "manager" on the actions which I should take for the situation at hand.
Finally, I got through to the sister's phone after a serious of screaming into the phone receiver. It's weird. Everytime I make international calls, I find that the volume of the person on the other line is extremely soft. Which is absolutely irritating because it feels like my sister suddenly got dumb and I am speaking Fiji language.
I was told that they were going to Oxford that day. Fine. Finished the call and immediately, the phone rang again.
The appointment was set at 4.30 pm.
Then I went round doing more housework, getting myself ready to go to the bank and also to drive by myself. For the first time; after 3 official lessons of long-distance driving. It's sad - yes. I drove.
At 4 pm, while I was getting the clothes out of the washing machine to dry, my handphone rang. The guy might not be able to make it on time because he had to rush to two places.
I was anxious because I didn't want the other fella to think that we blew him and not go for the appointment which was set.
It was the fastest time I had for hanging clothes.
I rushed to the car, grabbing a the readied little purse and the car keys. And I drove.
I have never been so contented in my entire life.
I managed perfectly perfectly well!! In fact, I did excellently!!!
I went up this super steep and narrow road; I did a side parking; and I did a backside parking for a straight parking.
All at first attempt without having to twist the steering to its maximum and give the ugly thwack as an indication of its limit.
And later I drove all the way to the bank. It was raining. But I suddenly got adventurous and devilishly reckless; I decided to go on my own joy drive. And I drove around for almost an hour; purposely getting myself into jams and the most difficult of roads to drive. It was all absolutely excellent. I was so relaxed for the first time that I even drove with one hand on the steering wheel.
I even attempted this crazy idea of reversing out of the porch but not quite out of the house; but around the compound until the front of my car was facing the gate. Something which my mom will never dare to do.
So, the dahdee actually told the mommay what I did at home.
And hence, I was included in the alumni of "royalties".
Oh yes, I have just been told this afternoon that I own a Ted Baker tote bag!!!!! [
Apparently, the sister said that she saved me from getting a Clarks bag instead. Yes, Clarks sells handbags in London.] And a couple of Burberrys and Ralph Laurens. [
But the sister has an entire wardrobe of Hawes & Curtis and TM Lewin]
Magnificent!!!
Hah! My reward for being "Cinderella for a day"!!
Anyway, about Uni; I find that the method of teaching rather different. Every class is like some mini session of ELS.
But there's more thinking and arguing and "philosophies" to be written this time.
I miss Miss Marguerite's lectures and tutorials actually. Justine agreed with me too.
Ah, the life of me. It's always about books, books and more nerding.
I shall get back to nerding and attempt to sleep early today. [
Failed for the past 4 days]
Have a great day!!
p/s: I have a feeling that had I flown to London with my mom and sis, they'll probably be bumming home with even more clothes.
Oh and they're bringing home Baileys!!! [
Eh, suddenly have an ardent fancy for alcoholic drinks.]
Nono, I have to keep sane. Or be accused of being a lousy lawyer like Joe Biden who can hardly get his facts right for maths, economics, history, law and constitution of the USA. Hmm, Obambi has found his perfect candidate; besides Kevin Federline, who will not outshine him or stand in his way of having his agendas done.
Rock on Ann Coulter and Sarah Palin.
I wonder why Americans wanna vote for brainless people like Joe Biden's elitist party.
