So KYUEM's closed for a week. I believe sufficent coverage has been given to that topic on every other KYUEM blog, so i'm not gonna overdramatise about that here.
However, 'tis to the events after the great announcement of College Closure (that shall forevermore be known as the Great KYUEM Epidemic of 2009) that I wish to draw to my reader(s) attention.
So Sutherland says 'College closed!'
Yay and yaddayadda.
Packpackpack, then go home (in Uncle Johan's Vios with Darimi, Kesh, Amelia and Wen Zhen and a CRAPLOAD of luggage that we managed to fit in the car through strategic application of skills learnt in many hours of Tetris) and arrive home pretty late, around 8 (ooh, rhyme!).
What's waiting for me?
Phone call.
Mom : Aiman! Where are you!
Me : Um. Home. I've... been meaning to call... (nervous look)
Mom : No, don't bother, Uncle Johan's called me already.
Me : Oh! (eyes wide and stare at Kesh and mouth, "oh, sh*t")
Mom : ... So. Fly to UK?
Dad (in background) : Fly, fly!
Me : (eyes wider) But.. but but.. (is severely tempted, but has a ton of work to do)
Mom : You don't really have a choice here, Aiman.
Me : Oh. Um. Okay, then. When will I be back?
Mom : Monday night. 3rd.
(smack forehead) ... Kay.
And so I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to Sheril, and say, sorry, baby. I had a real good day planned too. = ( Aiman owes you. More. Cause he's been owing you a lot lately.
.. Kesh and Dari are staying overnight at my house tonight. Without me there. Or adult supervision. Don't look at me, wasn't my idea.
Just don't wreck the house guys.
Okay. I'm in the terminal now. Alone. In my polo shirt and blazer. Feeling like a high-powered business-type guy. It's kinda nice. Should get used to this.
Later, people. Next time you see me, I'll be in ze Brits!
