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⢠Monday, May 29, 2006 ⢠A HINT OF NORMALCY I had meant to blog for the longest time, but since it was my last production week last week, I could hardly surface for a breather. For those who still have no idea, I work in gaming-related field, writing But as the Friday ended, peas of tears almost streamed down my face as I yelled out a cheer of relief. *** Today, I felt the first taste of defeat in recent months. Utterly, utterly, defeated. By helplessness. I took almost 2 hours to reach work today, instead of the usual peasy half an hour. I boarded the usual train, but realised it was horribly packed with children and their parents, and it hit me: School holidays have started. The horrors! As I leaned against the glass by the doorside, it was merely after a stop, before I saw black peas of spots tainting my vision. I could hardly breathe. 2 stops after Chinese Garden, at Clementi, I wobbled my way out of the sliding doors, and darted to the nearest seat. I still felt incredibly uncomfortable. I wished I could just lie down on the bench, or prop my legs up. I didn't. Another train came along, equally packed, and I hopped onto it, with a pea of hope that it would bring me further, and I wouldn't have to succumb to a cab. Wrong move. The next stop was barely a minute away, and I zoomed out of it as the dark, spotty vision returned. Dover. I could hear the humming in my ears as I leaned against the pealar, sitting on the bench. It couldn't go on like this, could it? The next train came, and I started to feel that it was almost impossible for me to board it with an available seat. I staggered to the escalator, making sure I grabbed the handle tight enough before I got to the station control. The walk to the exit was like miles to me. When I finally crossed it, my EZlink card had -$0.21. Bugger. I hoped to find an ATM. Ah-hah! There was one. But it was a PeaOSB, and I couldn't use it. I bought a drink with the bare cash I had on me, and contemplated my next step as my vision blurred again. I took an escalator down to the bus stop cos that was the sole place that would offer some rest for my peatiful feet. As I sat on the sleek, black tiled seat, I felt a sudden ache to my tummy, and the bench looked inviting enough for me to lie down across on it. I started to get worried. But, the idea was hardly appealing when I am actually in a dress. And I had no cash. So cab is out of the question. I was on the opposite side of the road where it would bring me home, and taking a bus/taking a cab home wasn't viable either. I could barely walk. I tried calling out to Danny. But, darn, my brilliant mobile provide, yes, the red scum, has no coverage at Dover MRT station! Are they pea brains? I mean, hello? It is such a desserted place ya know? What if someone is mobbed or something? How do they even call out to the police when there's an emergency or such? In my state of trance, I boarded a bus that would bring me to town. My retarded reaction was kindly met by an incredibly nice bus uncle as he waited patiently for me to stagger up the bus. I remember him with spots of blacks. My vision had mosaiced him. I dropped the only coins I had in my wallet. One by one, slowly. Until, the uncle abrupt, "Okay okay! Enough, more than enough already" and he printed a $1.80 ticket for me. I went to the seat at the furthest end of the double-decker bus, and propped my leg up immediately as I seated myself comfortably. I didn't know where I was heading either. I called up Danny to make sure he was keeping track of my whereabouts. As I was on the bus, I thought to myself, who could I call for help. No one. Even if I do call for help, what kind of help should I ask for? For someone to wait for me by the road to pay for my cab fare? For someone to pea-ck me up from wherever I was? I don't know. It was almost an hour later, before I finally greeted the harsh sun as I alighted. I zombie-walked to the office, with the humming in my ears still audible. I made it. I felt so..... helpless. So peatiful. And thus, as everyone leaves for lunch, I am holing up in the office, cos the walk is too... excruciatingly far for me. So munching on my peanut biscuits, I am. And if you ask me why am I still in office today.. I don't know. I didn't feel unwell when I left today. And I wouldn't want to faint at home without anyone knowing. And did I mention how irritating is the drilling from the floor above? Stupead renovation works. *** My eventless weekends finally had a spark of life. I caught Da Vinci Code with 2 colleagues on Friday evening. Imagine that we had left office only at 6.20pea.m when the movie was at, yes, 6.20pea.m. We pea-rced through the evening/weekend crowd, and dashed to Marina Square and was 20 minutes late for the opening. I doubt we missed much though with the extensive trailers and commercials airing in the theatre. I... prefer the book, obviously. Much details were left out. But nonetheless, it is always a joy to watch Tom Hanks at it. Besides, with the British actors(yes yes, I love British actors) in the show, I was enjoying it. *** Got home before midnight on Friday night, watched plenty of television. *** Woke up on Saturday feeling lazy. Yet, with my weekend cleaner dropping by, I thought things would be better. But... no! I left the house at 4 plus to drop by Eileen's place to visit Rene, and to drop off something for Cat's baby shower so Eileen could help me pass to Cat. I left fresh bedsheets on my bed and told her to change the bedsheets for me before I dashed out of home. *** I spent some time catching up with Eileen, played with the little chubby darling(she's soooooooo cute!), had dinner with Eileen and Dave, and spoke to SBB over the phone for a while. It was like.. so mundane, yet.. filled with such simple peace. *** I got back home to find a pool of water on the master bedroom's bathroom floor. After the weekend help had washed the bathroom floor, she didn't bother to sweep the water from the sides into the drainage, nor did she mop it up, and had expected evaporation to do its magic. I went to my bathroom, and was appalled to find a thick layer of white powder on the floor even thought it was dry. Detergent. She would sprinkle lots of them on the floor, and the use the shower hose to spray on the floor, without scrubbing nor sweeping it with the broom, hence, the residue from the detergent was still there when the floor dried. Uhm. Okay. It was late into the night, when I found my bedsheets not fitted properly. Well, you know, the corners of the bedsheets should fit snugly to the corner? I am not being anal, but when it is not fitted nicely, it bunches up at some places, and it would be uncomfortable. So I unfitted one corner to refit the other corner. To my utmost horror, I found my previous bedsheet still underneath the new one! She had just slotted the bedsheet over the old one, instead of taking out the old one and slot in the new one. I mean, does she have a pea for brain? It is.. obviously common sense(correct me if I am wrong)? So just when I thought I could have some rest, I unslotted the entired bedsheet, remove the old one, and slotted in the new one. And then.. I realised both peallow cases are fitted inside-out. Grr.... *** My pea needs some attention. I had been incredibly in need of some lovey-dovey throughout the weekend. But of course, I got none. *** I dozed off in between television programs on Saturday. Woke up on Sunday at 3 and rang Eileen. She was at Kitty's baby shower which I had to miss because I had attended a wake few weeks ago. It was raining too. I met up with Meiling for a dinner non Sunday night, catching up on the nitty-gritties of our lives. It is amazing to see how 4 months could change a lot of things. The last time I saw her was 4 months ago, and it was also 4 months ago when I last shopped for myself. I have an incredible itch to shop... but for what? I know not. *** Got back. Watched TV. Spoke to SBB. Slept at 3am. Oh joy. Such great joy is my life. I have much to blog about which I have yet to catch up with. No worries, I am sure you can expect more coming from me in next week or so. This week I will be working from Monday to Sunday. Oh. Great joy. Oh, did I mention my pea needs some TLC? Oh yea. (Sorry to the girls with the missing peas out there. I got pea! I got pea!) *Sneeze* Cotton *cough* bud. Jolene Finicky Feline Barffie Mei Rosalind Minishorts Jane Doe Sassyjan Verdict: 4 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 1:32 PM |
