So we've got this EPIC pastor from New Zealand, land of the long white clouds (pun intended), by the name of Mike Connell. I really can't explain how epic he is, but I guess YouTube can? Maybe, maybe not. I don't know.
Anyway, his first sermon was on Friday night, but I was one of the ushers, so I can't get into the main hall. Bummer. He was preaching on the relationship of man and God. His examples were hilariously sweet. But even then, it still could not rejuvenate my focus to pay attention to his sermon. Never knew that being an usher had its downsides as well, but oh well.
Thus I made it a point to get into the frigging hall on Saturday, considering that I wasn't ushering at all. But there was a problem. I had a stupid, retardedly scheduled finals paper my name title of Bahasa Kebangsaan A. Or for you anti-Malay Language, its also known as B.M. - Bahasa Monyet, if you please.
Fortunately, the prick of a lecturer leaked out the answeres, to everyone I guess. So with leaked out answers to my advantage, I ventured onwards and finished the paper... in 1 hour - 20 MCQs, 2 Comprehensions, 2 Grammar Passages and 2 Essays.
WORLD RECORD DESU?!
I didn't care, I sped out of there to the taxi stand and told the guy to speed to church. Yes, 160km/hr gave me the thoughts of death for the first 10 minutes. I was about to call my friend who's already at church and ask him
"Hey, if I die in a car crash on the way to church, will I die a martyr? ROFLCOPTERBBQSAUCEANDWHATEVER~"
