A week before the ‘H1N1 crisis of muadzam’, I was asked by my IF and FT class lecturer (same person) to handle the logistics (mainly transportation) for the participants of the PNB Quiz… It isn’t actually my job to do all this, it’s his job. But its okay. After cursing deep inside my head for many many hours, i finally came to terms with doing his job.
Unfortunately, i did everything he asked except for the transportation part. I didn’t have euff time due to the virus spreading and those hospital muadzam male nurses (MALE NURSES = HAHAHAHA) asked us to evacuate the hostel’s as soon as humanly possible or risk being quarantined for a whole week.
It takes real confidence to wear something like that in public
So anyways, i totally forgot about the “borang permohonan pengangkutan Uniten”. Shit. I had a problem here: The form needed to be signed and approved 3 days before the date of usage, and by the time i head back to muadzam tercinta, it’d be too late. Fortunately, i knew this foundation girl in muadzam who could help me.
Foundation students’ academic calenders didn’t include a mid term break apparently. So i called her. And she agreed to help. She handled everything without even giving a sigh of frustration. RESPECT. Thank you thank you thank you…
Now, i’m waiting for the call from Mr. Misyael (people call him YB for some reason unknown to me) and I’m hoping he’ll approve the application as soon as possible… And if all this turns out well, i know who i owe… Nureftika Isniza.
This big box causes me lots of trouble
hebat gle la owg tu kn!!