[Monday, 12 April, 2010]
Monday spelled laziness. I seemed to be drugged and fell onto the bed every now and then. Nothing much was accomplished except for some Facebook marketing work.
In the evening, I started planning for my new site on paper. It was not even a skeleton done.
Sometimes when some things are totally out of our minds, we tend to overlook the existence of related stuffs. We may have remembered to erase everything from our brains, but we have also removed the memory of where the items are kept.
Months later when someone happens to see them, we may be astonished, but may not even bother to spend time on deleting them, because they are no longer important.
My craving – just late for a few minutes.
Now you see, now you don’t.
It had been quite a nasty day with all the bad incidents.
I was already on fire fighting and yet new bomb simply busted me in the early morning, two hours after midnight.
A little negligence cost me the entire afternoon.
My effort was worthless.
One of the worst things that could happen in the early morning was when you were carrying two big bags like the army days, your old neighbour saw you and wanted to pass you some fruits.
When she opened the door, her dog went out and you knew her legs could not really catch up with the dog. You hurried to catch up with the dog in a marching style to grab her and return to the neighbour.
Since that was quite an old dog and had some smell, you had to go back to your house to put down the fruits and washed your hands.
It was a simple yet not good morning to start off.
One of the bad incidents I witnessed on the bus happened last Thursday. I was on the way to school in a packed bus 52 near Sunsetway. Standing on the right side of the bus more to the front, I suddenly heard yelling a few metres in front on the left.
It seemed like a mute Malay woman who had a little girl with her assaulted an educated middle-aged Chinese woman. The supposed-to-be victim shouted that she was trying to ask the Malay woman to move her belonging away from a seat for the sake of others, and the Malay woman started to punch her, followed by kicking and pushing.
Things got nasty as the Malay woman started screaming like a mad woman. The Chinese woman ordered the bus driver to pull over by the side while she called police. In the busy hour of the evening, the sound of the bells howled repeatedly. The screaming resumed and the Malay woman dragged the little girl to the back doors in the hope of getting off and nobody dared to stop them.
Finally, the stunned bus driver moved forward to the nearest bus-stop to alight all the innocent passengers before the police’s arrival. Only a handful of people stayed behind and I was puzzling over the few people who were sitting right at the end of the bus for they chose to stay behind. They were sitting too far behind that they probably did not see anything to provide any detail to the police.
I would not sentence the Malay woman simply based on one-sided story but for as far as justice was concern, she was wrong to draw her fists. There was however, I reserved some sympathy for the mute.
The nearest police station was supposed to be quite near but seemed so far away. I managed to catch a bus 151 to reach school soon after that.
The last weekday of the week ended quite smoothly.
The morning projection of voice, the noon’s lunch with all the funniest craps, table-tennis with my favourite class and finally the rush in the theatre marked the day relaxing and entertaining.
The day was a blessing.
I started off yesterday late again. The stupidest thing was that I forgot to switch off the alarm clock and thus I was woke up in the morning over nothing.
I did some packing of my work area. Tidying up and keeping of stuffs took me very long as expected.
I also did some updating of my website’s calendar with the first two weeks of my classes and I noticed that I had to spend the entire day in SIM for the first two Saturday from morning nine AM onwards.
My mind was unrest for the entire day because of the upcoming challenges.
I had a long sleep on Monday and woke up in the afternoon, which I had not been doing for very long. It was Hari Raya and thus there was no work.
The weather was freezing for the entire day and I had to put on my shirt. My mum fried noodle but the onion ruined the taste. I had a chat with Irwin and realised he had already reached Australia.
The thought of work resuming the next day was a big turn off.
I was not used to having holidays and I kept thinking that it was a Sunday and expecting to watch some documentary programs after midnight.
Last weekend was spent like usual. I stayed at home for the two days to buck up on my own work like blogging. The main achievement was that I managed to upload some pictures to the older blog entries. I probably had to give up on many older entries.
I did some tidy up of my desk and it looked more presentable after that.
The usual television shows accompanied me. Other than that, I was kept occupied by online chatting and little naps.