I was late for work today. By a freaking hour. How people wake up all their lives and go to work is a blooming mystery to me. As I am hourly rated, questions from the management were minimal. Just don't pay me for that hour lor. However, I still felt so irresponsible...
oh and i registered for my modules for next semester. By virtue of my surname, I was like the last few out of 500000000000000000 batches to get the opportunity to register. I wonder why the school even cared to open up the window for registration cos whatever option, and i really mean OPTION. singular, that was available i just took. There was no choice, to freedom. Just going thru the motion of registering and making sure i get my subjects and jsut making sure they dont clash. BAH!