Fashionably late

You scrambled to get there in time,
You arrived and you thought you were on-time this time..
But when you arrived at the dooe, you heard the accapella of voices serenading to the guitar
You opened the door, eyes gazing at you..
DARN IT! Hoelycoelyballoenny, I'm fashionably late (dare i add on, "as usual").
BUT WAaaaaIT.. it's only 8.01pm according to my phone.
Unfortunately, the long hand on the wall clock was at 1.
SiGH. So much for wanting to be punctual..










But the clock was 5 minutes faster...
-><-

Lesson learnt: Always reach to a certain place at least 5 minutes earlier.

Note 1: Kuching's ambient temperature is purported to be 36 degrees Celsius (97 F). It's stuffy and smoky outside.

Note 2: Work (and the weather) has taken its toll on my social life.

1.) I'm going to miss two upcoming conferences in the month of August because of Work.

2.) I'm seriously getting lazier to blog. After a long, full day at work squinting at the pc monitor, the last thing I want to do at the end of the day is stare any longer at the computer or go out at night.

3.) I think I have to give the December conference organized by PAGV a miss too.

Sigh. How do adults not feel jaded by this routine, this ennui, and all the unspoken rules that form the bedrock of the games that those adultz play?