Rainy Night

Feet wet, shoulders cracked, I feel tired.

I was tired. I am tired. I have been tired.

Red eyes stayed with me for a couple of days now and office is my second home. I think the war has begun. Month of September appears to be somewhat a re-awakened nightmare. 

Actually, I’m just exaggerating =.=

It’s true that work has now started swarming in, but it’s not so bad. Well, not bad because I enjoy my work. And having lots to do make me feel useful to the team.. Not that I was idling away in the previous months.

I am flying tomorrow for a short weekend trip and I can’t help but to worry about my leftovers of the day. Yet again. This trip falls on a really bad time. I was excited, have always been excited to fly. But the when-I-come-back-I-can-die thought just never leaves. Every day, work pile up. Emails streamed in like nobody’s business. There’s too much to do and too little time.

Day by day it ticks away, and day by day I chase. The website counts down the days to the event’s opening, and every time I open my website to see it getting lesser and lesser, closer and closer, and I get crazier and crazier.

I refuse to camp in the office. And I will continue refusing. Though I might already have given in.

Mentality is important.

Thankfully I don’t own a company’s phone. Otherwise I will go crazier even sooner. The ringings and blinkings of the idiotic Blackberry still haunt me because of the previous job I had.. No kidding.

Still, I am getting myself a new phone. Shockingly, a Blackberry. I like the QWERTY keypad and honestly, Blackberry is a very good business phone. I know because I’ve used it so much that it could have cracked if it’s not this “strong”. Dad says model 9900 will be a good buy. I googled. Oof. The slick and slim design. Yes, it shall soon be mine.

Speaking of which, since I’m happily typing away here.. piece of joke: I was so shagged that I could sleep in the train standing (not like I’ve never done it before; it was embarrassing when my legs gave way), I was later crushed awake by the huge crowd forcing in and squashed in between those high protein guys who smelt like an aftertaste of something sour. The crowd, the crowd! The body odor at the end of the day. The hair and the sweat! Goodness.

That isn’t the highlight anyway. What amused me was this Chinese old man standing beside who gave me the impression that he will spit vulgarities at anyone who appears to be a stigma in his eye. Well, I was half right. He typed “Fucking MRT very crowded” on his pretty crimson colored Nokia touch-screen phone. For his age, great taste! Anyway King of jokes. I will never imagine him to type these words. Language.

This is funny. Though I’m not laughing. But seriously, this is hilarious!