i am still recuperating from the last 3 months in school, is it possible? i don't think school's been too tough on me physically. i've had to deal with tougher, like when there was still training. no, this sem in new school with new people and new challenges (okay that one not really) has just tired me out in other ways.
last few days have been nice and slow. long long meals, like at ps cafe where pretty lights and the chocolate fudge cake make an appearance (although we only allowed it a brief one). 10-12 hours of sleep everyday, a lot of reading (2.5 books and counting), emailing (hello faze, hello vy), playing the piano a lot. just taking it
reeaaaallly slow.
so when daddy called from india sending me on an emergency trip to the airport, it was a bit more than what my heart could take.
3.43pm: honk at mother to skip the lipstick and get into the car.
3.46: mother comes into car with lipstick anyway and i release handbrake in exasperation.
3.53: ECP is jammed like a bitch.
3.59: still jammed like a bitch because there's an accident and singaporeans like to look at accidents even if it means holding up traffic behind.
4.03: man calls to say his plane leaves at 4.30 and couldn't we hurry please.
4.06: i am at the fastest speed i've ever been at (145km/h)- on wet roads, no less, but i am fearless (i.e. young and reckless). i weave in and out and tailgate on the overtaking lane until the cars in front get the hint and get out of my way. it's like parting the red sea I AM MOSES!
4.09: until that is, while turning up to departure hall we SKID. i brake gently at first and spin the wheel as we head straight for the solid wall, then i brake hard and we run into the curb hard enough to be jerked in our seats. nobody screams. mother grips arm rest and tells me calmly to continue to gate 1.
4.11: frantic man waves frantically at us and mother runs frantically out of car to pass him 2 CDs. yup, 2 CDs. RISK OUR LIVES FOR 2 CDS.
4.12: car check. no scratches on bumper, but tyres are scratched white. i do not go above 80km/h on the way home, and mother still grips chair when i make turns.
i will allow daddy to sign me up for the bmw emergency driving course when he gets back.