So we take off one fine morning ( not so fine actually, 4 hours of sleep and terribly cold weather )with Wee Li at the wheel in his Sebring. Following Ben in his flashy eclipse convertible.
Ben takes a wrong turn and we're on a one way trip to Alameda instead of Berkely since we missed the last exit of the Bay Bridge. Damn. So we're following these guys and we fall back thanks to Mr.Wee Li Oooh-I-dont-want-to-step-on-the-gas Phua. I'm like dude! be a man and give it some stick, its a v6 for crying out loud. That did it. Mr. Phua steps on the gas with sole intention of breaking the sound barrier. "Wee Li, slow down." No response. "Dude we're gonna miss the exit!". No response. " Dude we missed the exit!". Then he wakes up - "Oh really?".
Oh brother.

So we're somewhere in Oakland in some deserted looking street with warehouses on either side and im thinkin, man, this is one of those places you get killed and no one finds the body kinda thing. Shudder. Give Mr. David a phone call and its david to the rescue with directions. Not good enough. We get lost again and land up in an army base with atleast 55 hummers ( the H1 kind baby ) standing shoulder to shoulder. Ooh man, this is so worth getting lost. Reality strikes when Wee Li lets go of the steering, his head outta the window, holding a camera with both hands and the car going across the road towards a ditch. Grab the steering and get the car back on the right lane. Wee Li's head pops back in and he's like " that was a once in a lifetime chance". I'm thinking- no shit, it HAS to be once in a life time if u get killed the minute after.

2 Soldiers give us directions. I was a little suspicious with the giggling going on between them. We follow their directions and land up in a dead end. Haha. Very funny. Loser f#$%s.

One more call to David and were back on track. finally reached Berkely which is surrounded by this ghetto-ness. Aaah thoughts of Stanford and Palo Alto cloud the mind. Park the car, and run in to meet the prof we went to meet. One hour late. Man, i just broke my own record.

A good 2 hours later, back on the road, this time in the backseat of the profs car with his son ( dont get any ideas) getting a lift back home.

Prof says, its amazing how every year students get lost on their way to berkely. The funny thing is that every year, they keep getting quicker and with you guys its down to one hour. The first batch took 3 hours. I'm thinking yes sir, its called evolution. We're all just a bunch of Monkeys anyway.