48 hours and counting

technically, I’ve been awake for almost 48 hours if you don’t include sleeping with my half open on the train on my brief train ride from town last night. I haven’t had the verbal capacity to say much lately but I do wish for an Apple Strudel right about now despite its lack of any relevance.

And that chunk of outdated crap was obviously written exactly a week ago, while I was fresh from recuperating from 3 sleepless nights. In a jiffy (or not), an overload of completely useless extremely unproductive to the greater good pictures which I spent an entire week just uploading onto this blasted blog.

Quite frankly, the life of the unemployed never revolves around the first half of the clock. So I’m not a fish out of water to be rising and shining at 1.35 PM and crawling through the day at a pace so slow it’s almost excruciating.

Right after I roll around in bed, stare at the time and question God if it’s auspicious to be awake at that hour, I study my rotten nails I got done in the semi dark outside Mosi Cafe the night before. Very bad workmanship to no surprise and my right fingers were nude as usual. My lack of co-ordination from my left hand (I wonder how I got through so much piano come to think of it) has taught me to give up and only try when boredom becomes my soulmate.

And there you go, my right fingers in my favourite nail colour.

Got back into bed and cuddled up with Coelho. So I might be a little late to be only reading this now but I like to be a little different. It’s just like how I’m struggling to memorise to Forever and American Boy when everyone else were at it 6 months ago.

And then I got up and paid a little respect to my blog and my other online rituals.

And finally do the freaking laundry. Half, of the freaking laundry.

Checked out the new cabinet come shelf come decorative teak-ish object around the dining area that probably came yesterday. I don’t know if I quite like it, but trust my mother to make everything fall into place.

He plays too many games. I think he almost perfected the posture even. And that is a fake sniper, a bad fake sniper.

Send my laundry up to dry.

Got a call informing me of the job! Briefing was the next day, at Race Course Road.

Straighten my bed a little, and R’s cushion I snuggle to sleep every night.

before it started to rain, and dampened my spirits a little.

I will never in my life bathe without a water heater. Never. Unless I’m stranded at someone else’s house and my views on how excruciating painful a cold shower is, is ignored. To my dismay.

Trusty Herbal Essences, which I already ran out of.

Again after some blow drying magic.

I pack my field pack and try my best to travel light.

spritz on my favourtie scent.

Just so that I can greet the present state of my iPhone. I swear this has nothing to do with my butterfingers.

Ahh, some essential TLC of course. Especially when half the time he is cooped up with half bald men/boys learning how to fight fire and be a hero.

Why are we at Singtel?

He got himself a new iPhone after he spoiled mine. Very considerate.

But I still love him anyway because I suck and he is so fucking adorable.

Woip. Suddenly I’m at Tampines.

We had our eyes glued to the Tyra Banks Show. I’ve always thought it was an Oprah wannabe but it’s got a fresher concept as opposed to the old meet and greet sessions Oprah has the liking to do.

Woip! Suddenly we’re at Simpang.

Woip! Suddenly I’m staring at Nurul’s laptop and her obscene wallpaper of the Victoria Secret Angels. Yeah I know I wouldn’t have been able to resist Giselle Bundchen if I were Leo too.

Vaios!

2 hours passed just like that.

Gave mardystellar@wordpress some loving at the same time.

And finally got our favourite bittersweet painful but pleasurable McDonald’s coffee. Cheap coffee is my jumpstart to any day.

Shukri dropped by and missed his 7.30 AM ferry to Tekong.

Engrossed with Kucing Garong and Lina Geboy. There’s always Google.

Mandatory webcam picture up on facebook.

And it’s damn bright! A bus trip home, a quick shower and we were out again. This time to a godforsaken part of Singapore in between Little India and Farrer Park. I was in a bad mood and having a bad flu and the job briefing being somewhere next to a temple where joss sticks are in abundance, it’s not very convenient.

By this time I was too shagged to think about anything else. My flu was making me drowsy and my body was breaking down from all the walking and sneezing without any sleep.

Finally took the train up to Dhoby Ghaut.

Up the Escalator and guess who I saw.

RYHAN!

I swear by this time I couldn’t have been bothered about anything but my bed.