Sigh. I’m back to reality from KL-Ipoh-Taiping.
Back to waking up everyday at 8am, to preparing my own breakfast & lunch and always, hurriedly leaving the house at 9am.
I’ll fervently hope that the lift would go straight from my floor all the way to the first without stopping. I do hate delays. I do have to slow down my pace of life. I do dislike sharing space in an already mini lift car.
I’ll reach the traffic light (one of the few I do not curse. It’s very prompt and pedestrian-friendly) and then my buses start coming from a distance. Sigh, damn, so I’ll have to use my stumpy legs to walk as fast as I can to bus stop, and catch the bus. I often don’t. -_-” But I never stop trying everyday!
The MRT station comes too soon for me to put any more than a dab or two of concealer (yes, I make up on the go, discreetly of course) or take a couple of bites from the breakfast I made.
The MRT ride is pretty much monotonous. I read my book, stone or keep a keen eye out for seats on the MRT. I am proud to say that I have this skill (yes a skill!) of mine honed really well. I can spot a “seat-leaver” within the width of 3 cabins! The only thing that keeps me from my seat is my non-existent ability to predict the presence of old people, people with young children and pregnant women. Sigh.
My stop arrives way too soon whenever I have a seat or when I am just about to doze off. I’ll ruggedly get off and take the 10 min walk to work.
I’ll see the stupid bak kwa shining happily to my right, and then the air will fill with the makings of chicken rice from the coffee shop I’ll pass. I’ll walk on and keep a look out for the stupid fat ugly disgusting idiotic turbaned punjabi tailor guy who tries to be funny with me every morning. On that note, I am still mustering up the courage to be rude and give him a measuring look and then dismiss him with a look of distaste instead of the polite ignorance I’ve been cowardly inclined to dispense in his direction. I’ll then be sure to check out my hair in the mirror I’ll pass in one of those clothes shops before my attempt to jaywalk every. single. morning.
Some days there’ll be plenty of white uniformed students of all grades (haha like durians like that) surrounding their teacher who diligently rattles off the history of the Sri Mariammam Indian Temple from their notes. And I wonder with admiration, how is it that they are able to teach the same damn things every year, again and again?
I’d have crossed the road now (alive). I’ll pass the KTV (check reflection again) and the medical shop (look at dried mushrooms & the occasional weird stuff they put out to sun) and have a whole range of expensive cars pass me by. I’ll often give them the benefit of a second glance (every man needs a little assurance that he has a cool car) and wonder when I’ll strike lottery to buy meself a beauty of a car. The evil Ju Ann within will tell me every morning that I will strike as soon as I start buying lottery! -_-” Well, can’t argue with that!
As I walk down the flight of stairs, I dread the day. I dread what bombs my client will drop on me.
“I need it out today! Deadline today!”
“I need to make some MINOR last minute changes (when actually is super major. But please, no change that the client makes is major, especially when its last minute! *rolls eyes*)!”
“I need this urgently! Sorry for short notice!” *Sigh*
“I understand that its difficult to do this but please do do it, and do it well!”
It’s an intense love-hate relationship I tell you.
These thoughts keep me occupied till I reach the base of the 3 flights of stairs I have to conquer in order to get to my desk. Damn. As I opened the door to the uncertainties of my day, I thank that I do not have to make small chat with anybody that I might have met along the way.
To the erm, 1 or 2 individuals that made it this far, thanks for sharing in my boredom! :P
wa wa, you remind me of Merily Streep in her character in The Devil wears Prada,so very busy day in and day out,, meeting dealines after deadlines.
hello my dear, give sometime for yourself,relax and a bottle of beer cos weekend is here.
your dear blogger friend, sending cheers to you
Hi!That’s why I post that question because I have no idea who killed grandpa. Im puzzled.
Anyhow,thnx for leaving ur comment in my blog!
great day to you!
Your description of your daily grind kept me hooked. I hope you are soon to be released from this monotony, you sound like you need a fresh new change and more! A holiday, a new spark in life. ;-) Cheer up, you still have your blog!
eugene: Is that good or bad? Hahah I can’t really remember who is Merily Streep. But I do know my life is pretty mundane. :(
Janz: duh!! no answer!! that’s gonne keep the ants in my pants for a long while yet now!!
mayakirana: thanks! and Welcome! :)