You need the VISITOR’S PASS.

I start the day with jam.

Apricot; the dregs of it, that clung to the walls of the jar. It didn’t do me any good, mostly because I only had one piece of bread. Cooked some noodles later, with egg and chilli.

And then, for the life of me, traffic jam.

Something to do during jams; start wondering aloud. You probably can’t be heard, amidst the muffled honks and cursing, and if someone spotted you doing it they’d wonder how long they’d take to start to turn into you.

I tried the dad’s detour, that made a sneaky pass through University Malaysia through several different turns and ways, bypassing the Fed Highway altogether. The downside is, you’ll have to pass yourself as a student or bluff your way through the security guards. Normally I’d pass myself off (even my dad did; but maybe they thought he was dropping me off), but today, with things suddenly stricter, they noticed my lack of a UM sticker, which was always (I noticed) emblazoned somewhere top right of any student’s car.

They motioned me to wind down the window. I already had a bluff prepared.

“Just to drop something off to my brother. He’s in the accountancy block.” Just left of the accountancy block is the exit into Jalan University, and 5 minutes from Uni.

“You’ll have to park yourself there, and take the visitor’s pass.”

Shit.

And I had to toss my IC into the guard house, make a round around the campus grounds (rather beautiful by the way, and certain spots overlooking the lake would be one of those poster shots of students under trees with books and laptops), and then return for my IC. Only then I get to drive off and head for class. By then I was already late 45 mins, and had to conclude an answer to a question I barely had time to comprehend (bull-crapped my way through, and winged it).

All in all, I spent one hour 45 to reach a class that lasted (for me) 15 minutes, just to conclude an answer I didn’t give. Oh, and twice the petrol intake of that of a normal day.

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Lunch was wonderful, and it was Kin Kin’s original spicy pan mee, which was heavenly when I first tasted it; still heavenly now, only that the kick seemed to have lost itself between the 4 spoonfuls of chilli I took.

Dessert, which happened way, way later, was some awesome ice-shaved honey dew thingy with sago topping off every inch.

I was, however, more distracted by the new set of speakers I bought, which emptied the ang pows for this year. I was so distracted by it that I forgot I bought Burnout Paradise for the PC.

Which is in my bag. Ah right.

And I also bought peanuts.

They’re stale now. Shoot.