I've been served.

Last night I did a ranting entry saying things I've been wanted since I started school. And guess what had happened today after school? Chuck got flat tire! (Chuck is my car). God paid me cash.

You see, don't be such a bratty ungrateful person for a start. And for now, I will be more careful with my irrelevantly imppossible wishes I'll make in the future. Noted. And with my words.

Thank God dad was around and he came to help me change the tire. Wrong. He came to CHANGE the tire and I helped him. Yup. That's the right version of this story.

Little do you know, it's essential for every driver to know how to change a tire. In my case, I've seen people changing tire before so I guess I have the general idea. But when I read the manual, it tells a different story. So people, read manual!

My research advisor is kind enough to hire me as his Graduate Research Assistant (GRA) for the mean time so I can have pocket money. Well, enough for Chuck's gas and lunch money that is. Remember I told you about my tutor application? Yeap. It's still blurr. I mean, I can't see my future path for now. I'll let you guys know how it'd turn out. Or not. Depends.

Gtg. Too tired.