Tired

The last few days have been treacherous in terms of sleep quality.

Slept late on Saturday and woke up early on Sunday for tomb (niche) sweeping. Then came the dinner till late at Lam Ann.

The next day, onion informed that he needs to make a purchase at Sim Lim, which I saw as a way out of office, away from an irritating colleague. Dinner till late. Tuesday, we had to return to Sim Lim because the grumpy cashier and blurhead salesman has forgotten to return our deposit. Sent onion's uncle for servicing. Sent onion's auntie's computer to her, supper down a mcwing and jasmine green tea, and slept late.

I wonder whether it's my activity that makes me tired, or whether my life itself. Does it really matter to a person long let go?

Ah Wang

The autistic dog.

Bad luck carried on

Bad luck continues. Today morning, on the way to work, I was involved in an accident, a traffic accident to be precise. Luckily, no one was injured except for a slight increase in my heartbeat and the taxi's passenger.

I was travelling along the AYE and as usual, everyone was trying to slow down, hopefully the last five minutes of ERP operation would pass in five seconds. There was a certain taxi, a blue one, in front of me and the driver was skewing toward the left, which was a filtering lane into the AYE, and that road will end in 100 metres. He kept two of the taxi's wheels in my lane and 80 percent of the taxi in the filtering lane. I became cautious of him.

He came back into my lane. After passing the ERP and getting robbed of $0.50, he suddenly slowed down dramatically, and there was no car in front of him. I jabbed my foot onto the brakes and my wheels locked and I drifted nearer and nearer into the taxi's bumper. Bang! I got him.

The uncle tried to highlight my fault that I was the driver at the rear and should be in the wrong and all the other bulls. And he blamed me for not looking out for him, to which, I replied by saying I've already took notice of him from the time he started moving into the filtering lane, and I asked him what he intended to claim from me, before which, I pointed to two spray-painted spots on the bumper and brought it to his attention that that was his own doings. He pointed to another spot on the bumper, to which I see nothing wrong. I used my palm and give it a wipe, and ask him what is wrong with that bumper? He could not give me a good one, and changed tactics to introduce himself as a very 'chin chye' person and wanted to just settle it for nothing. And I see this opportunity to end this tussle. It ended there and then, and I hope he keep to his words.

What luck!

If there is any single day in my life that is truly representative of the description 'screwed', it has to be today. I woke up feeling dissatisfied with the length of my sleep, and the drizzle that lasted through dawn had not make things better.

On the way to work, I was caught in a jam at Clementi; I tried to take the expressway (and had to pay $0.50 for that decision) and was stuck for 20 minutes just to get into it (and it was only 400m away).

When I reached the workplace, I had to face a bitching colleague, which I brushed away quite successfully. Another challenge came in when another fool had to push a customer to boss because she had no common sense to carry out a simple task. Naturally, that job fool set up for boss was eventually spiked into my face. After a series of calls and fax, I had it closed and buried. However, the fool had to present me more dung for the day and that irritated me, and I left the office for the sites after clearing most of the work.

At Sin Ming site, I bought some snack for lunch. The brightly lit stall with TV show recommendation proved to be overrated, for the banana fritters were made using overly ripen bananas, making the fritter sour-tasting. What a waste of money, times four. Luckily the mineral water did not go wrong.

I was summoned by boss to collect canvas at Teck Hin, and that proved to be a consolation for the day, which was pretty short-lived. After purchasing a comfortable shot of milk tea at 'I Love Taimei', my journey to Senoko site was fraught with wrong turns, traffic jams and bad decisions. Turn after turn, I kept making the wrong turns and I never felt more sick of myself.

After the task at Senoko came to an end, I thought I could go for a swim. I had a choice between CCK public pool or Bt Batok club pool, and I chose the former. Poops happens again as I realised I had left my trunks in my pick-up and going back for them would mean that I had to pay another $1.50 for the pool entrance, and had I chose the club pool, I would not face this problem since I can enter and exit as many times as I fancy. I settled for a shower since that's about the only thing I can use. When I finished my shower, I reached for my underwear and they slip off my hands and fall onto the wet ground.

I am speechless at what luck I have today.

fighting a war not my own?

These days, I do not feel myself. Many things are piling up, yet, I have to appear like I have everything in control.

I did not, and still do not like a life controlled, yet, my behaviour has to be determined by those of others and others are selfishly safeguarding they own interests.

I am having difficulty putting my thoughts in words, but just as well, I am not interested in telling anyone about it, because, chances are, well.. forget it..

I sit alone, at least for now.

Smiling Apple

This is the month when my fond memories of Apple gets especially potent.

I am reminded of how she ran away from me and ran back towards me and smell my back when brought her meal. Apple chases bird who tried to eat her food. Apple doesn't share with any other kind but Nini-the-cat. Apple's best feline friend is Nini. Will Nini be also thinking of her canine friend?

How are you Apple in doggy heaven? Do you have enough to eat? Are you sleeping warm at night? Do you still hurt from the injections?

Do you still remember me?...