Yes, I AM such a horrible friend....

Let me tell you the whole story.

Now, where to begin? Ah, let's start with the accursed Math Holiday Homework worksheet.

Weeks ago, I accidentally left it on Hui Ting's table (it WAS end of year, and unfortunately for Huiting, she was selected to ease my boredom as I had no more opportunity to show my obvious genius....But we shall talk about this another time.)

So, anyway, when school ended, I was so happy at being released I rushed out, the sling bag bumping me behind the knee. Hui Ting had to stay back for CCA.

I think HOURS after I had gone, she went back to the classroom for some obscure reason and saw the piece of paper lying there innocuously. Thinking it was hers, she took it home.

It was then, on a fine Saturday, I whined to her on MSN that I had misplaced my Math worksheet and I didn't know where the hell it decided to gallivant off to. It was then we realised that my worksheet was with her...but never mind, Drama Night she can return to me. (Which was yesterday.)

And, with a strange twist of events, TA-DAH! She forgot to bring it. Oh well. I wanted to start on my holiday homework, so I requested her to bring it to me today, and that we would meet at Marine Parade Community Library at one thirty. Due to the fact that I slept at 11 plus last night, and was RUDELY awoken at 5:45, I was considerably tired, because the slave driver made us rehearse the damn play over and over again, I wanted to kill her, yet I felt as if I had no emotion left in me. Anyway, I forgot it in my fatigue.

Today, I was woken up rudely at the unearthly hour of 9 a.m. (I need at least 10 hours or more to be happy) and went about my usual things, yadda yadda, tried to write a sestina (which I failed MISERABLY in), ate lunch, then had some problems pertaining to the large intestine and the stomach. After I was done from the toilet, it was tuition time.

I din't know why, but during tution, I experience a vague feeling like I had forgotten something. I started to look for my handphone, BUT I REALISED IT WAS NOT IN MY ROOM. After tuition, (around 3:45) I called my phone number in a futile attempt to try and locate it. My father answered, and I knew then I had dropped it in my father's car last night...

Shrugging, I returned to the computer to struggle with my sestina, when Wei Qi remindered me on MSN. I then realised I had left poor Hui Ting waiting there for 3 hours plus straight.

Immediately, I chiong-ed down the stairs, called my parents to ask permission, (How hard is it just to press a bloody goddamn button to answer a godforsaken call?!) when I got permission from my mother, and chiong-ed to the library.

I decided to take the back entrance, where I spotted Hui Ting silhouette against the red pillar easily. (Ok, not that easily. Frankly, I thought she was a thin young woman waiting for her junior college boyfriend to pick her up...That is, until I walked closer.) She was glancing in the direction of the bridge every now and then.

Happily (for me) I had gotten my Math worksheet back, relatively unharmed.

Wah, some people really do have patience and endurance. I admit I do not. If you left me waiting there for even five minutes, I would be furious. One hour, and we'll see whether you can survive the verbal onslaught of words...not to mention me chasing you around, and then bitching about you on my blog...

That's right. Patience is not my virtue. And neither is having a good memory (I can't remember how much I spent yesterday, or what I ate for dinner).

Now I'm still feeling guilty about it...and fustrated with the sestina. Now excuse me while I vent my anger at the keyboard.