“Oh God, I am so late!” was the first statement that came to my mind when I finally digested what the digital numbers on my air-con remote control meant.
I wanted to sleep early. I really did. Then I chanced upon a video of “World of South Park Warcraft” at YouTube. World of Warcraft is properly one of the world’s most popular online game at present and I love South Park too. South Park has made an episode out of the new cult of online gamers and I knew that if I didn’t watch it last night, that video would have been banned by YouTube once the hit-rate of that video skyrocketed (due to copyright issue). The entire video was closed to 25 minutes and it was pure hilarious. Of course if you don’t play WoW at all, you probably won’t be able to make much sense out of it.
By the time I was in bed, I only had like 5 hours to sleep. Cynthia needed to get up at 4.45am to catch her 6am flight to KL. I have no idea why she spent so much time going through her wardrobe high and low. I must say by the time I tried to get back to sleep, the sky was starting to brighten up (read: 7am).
I needed to get up at 7.30am for the full day retreat at a military camp. When my alarm clock rang, I went straight back to sleep and had this very vivid dream of a retreat … but this time round, it was two buses full of people at some remote area. And what’s up with the girls wrapped in towels outside the hotel rooms?! (Oh well, that is another story.)
Anyway, in my dream, I “realised” that it was not the reality. The reality was that I needed to be at the military camp.
I sprang out of bed, starred at the time on my air-con remote control and it said 8:05am. I was like … hmmm … that was not too bad as the meeting started at 8.45am. And then I thought, hmmm I needed to meet my colleagues at the guard house at … OH MY GOD 8.15am! I still could not register the gravity of the situation. My mind was working backward. The camp is just 15 minutes drive from my house … I usually take about 45 minutes to get ready and … CRAP I AM LATE!
At 8.45am, I appeared at the Mess, where the retreat was located, feeling breathless after four flights of stairs. Don’t ask how I made it but I did make it.