what ever will i do today?

I was watching TV earlier this week (and NOT studying. i desserve to fail, i know.) and I saw my uncle on the trailer for Golfing Escapes, that new show on Channel 5. So I texted him and asked if it was him. He called me in return.

Uncle: That wasn't me! You've got it wrong!
Me: Oh right. You're a *driver, you don't play golf!
uncle: Yes, that dude was Chinese. I'm Malay, remember?
Me: Ha ha ha. I KNOW it was YOU, X! I even saw you with your mouth open, eating God knows what.
uncle: What the hell were you doing watching Channel 5 anyway?
Me: (a little disoriented from the sudden change of subject) Eh? What? Why can't I?
Uncle: There are so many other channels to watch!
Me: Oh sorry, I should be watching Suria and looking for you there? hur hur hur.
Uncle: Why did you change your number?!
Me: What? I didn't change my number!
Uncle: Yes you did! It's different!
Me: I dont have a bloddy phone b4 this in the first place. lol
Uncle: huh ok but I lost my phone! I did!
Me: But still...Admit it! You deleted my number!
Uncle: Okay, damn it. I thought I had gotten rid of you.
Me: Ha ha ha. I'm telling everyone you'll be on TV! Which episode will you be on?
Uncle: I'm going to make you watch the whole season! Ha ha ha!
Me: Oh nice. I'll kill myself first. Ha ha ha!

hur hur. he's such a weirdo.

anyway, the back story about why he's a driver. he's actually Chinese but he's really tanned from playing golf so much. I used to argue with him telling him that golfing wasn't a sport. You don't do much apart from swing your arms, and you don't even make an effort to chase the ball.

Instead, you drive a buggy to the ball. You don't even carry your own golf clubs! But of course, he said it was a sport of precision. Yeah yeah, whatever.

hur hur.

in any case, so due to his skin colour, many people (who stereotype others. tsk tsk.) think that he's Malay. and he's always dressed in a shirt and pants, so people always think he's a chauffeur.

hur hur hur.

Once he was filling up the tank of his BMW, some man approached him and started talking to him about his career as a chauffeur.

hur hur hur.

ANYWAY, i have exactly 5 weeks to my exams.

and i have yet to study.

aaaaahhhh!

actually i wasn't really quite panicked about it until i spoke to my friend who was worrying about his exams which are 3.5 weeks away.

tsk.

so i figured that i probably should start panicking since i have 5 weeks 3 days 13 hours 45 minutes and 55 seconds to study. ok lame

but...

there's still laundry to be folded downstairs.

and i want to clean my room.

you know, the other day, my mom talked about getting a housekeeper (as opposed to a maid). and i was elated!

but nothing's happening.

maybe she tricked me!

which she often does. hmph.

if only i could hire someone to study for me and when he/she is done, i'd just hold my head against hers and the information is transferred into my head.

damn it.