cOnSeQuAnCeS oF aRiSiNg LaTe...
Waking up early has never been an easy task for me. Not when I was a baby ( my mom said tht I was a nite baby), not in school days, and not even now, in collage. What’s more, starting from this semester I had to get a ride from a dear friend of mine to collage as my only form of transportation to collage before was taken away brutally (*sob..sob*). So imagine, Ive got to rise as early as 6 in the morning just to reach in time for 9 o’clock class. That was a real extreme change in my life. Every now and then I try to sneak extra 15 min of beauty sleep (to dream of Mr. Prince Charming), and as usual ive got to be fast after that or ill miss my ride. Every time I do so, I still could survive leave the house on time. But yesterday, I got an additional of 30 mins sleep and I was very late. So the moment I jumped out of my bed, everything I did was extraordinarily fast. (It was more like doing two things at one time) and finally when I hit the road, I was practically running to the LRT station, up the stairs, through the counter, up the stairs, into the LRT, out up the stairs again, ran 500 m and so on (ignoring all the stares). Luc
kily when I reached, just before I could settle my bum on the rough stone and catch a breath, Nads reached.(thank god I didn’t miss my ride). *sigh... What a bad start of the day.. Until Nads asked ‘kenapa berminyak?’ thn only did I realize it was not a complete bad luck. After all, I did kill 2 birds with a stone. Actually, 3 birds.. I reached on time, I got additional of 30 mins of beauty sleep and..I worked out for a full 15 mins!! YEAH!!
