I’m Irish. And I’m lucky. And I like it. And I’m thankful that so far all I’ve met are very helpful people (except for 1 particularly nasty person in my life)
And this is superstition: Every time I walk into 7-11 on George Street (after being tired of waiting for the bus), the bus arrives. It could also be Murphy’s Law at work. Or coincidence. What I can do is to test it the next time.
Here’s a 7-leaf clover. Now you can be like Fry! First Man on Mars (technically that was his nephew, but in his namesake, so it counts too)!
For the fourth time in 2 days, I mistook 7 o’clock as 8 o’clock (twice it was p.m., and twice a.m.). Then again, this is what happens when you wear a watch or use a phone that has no numbers on the clock face. I should get a digital watch instead. Or I could go back to grade school and learn to read the clock. With 12 hands.
Back to my assignment. Live long and prosper.
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Hahahaha. First tutorial for I ever went to in uni, I went to the WRONG one. I came one hour early. It just so happened that there was a tute in the same room, for the same subject one hour earlier. Wtf.
Wrong time? Too early? Saw wrong thing on the watch? wait you don’t wear a watch
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