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Monday, April 04, 2005

` Monday, April 04, 2005

Sigh. Weekends flash by so quickly these days. It seemed just like yesterday that I was happily playing badminton and singing my heart out at Party World, only to find out that I had to wake up this morning and drag myself out of bed. To get to work. Anyone's seen the movie Groundhog day? It's eerily unsettling as I can absolutely relate to Bill Murray's character.

8AM: Stomp on the alarm clock. Curse and swear in a language I absolutely don't understand(goes along the gibbery lines of #&^*^%#(*&)(!#$+). Go back to sleep pretending that my mum's incessant screaming is just a really bad dream.

8.05AM: Dad almost knocks the room door down with his heavy pounding and a voice that would make a good alarm clock. Drag my feet to the bathroom. Slump onto the toilet bowl and attempt to catch a 10-second nap (I've perfected the art of sleeping while sitting up).
Stare at the mirror and getting a rude, rude shock at how cruel Mother Nature has been ravaging my 27th year alive. Brush teeth and wash face.

8.15AM: Turn on YES933FM to listen to 2 chirpy radio hosts and their endless banter. Sometimes it makes me feel guilty to complain, when these people always sound brimming with enthusiasm, even though they have to wake up in the wee hours of the morning to cheer the listeners up on a daily basis. Perhaps this contributes to the evergrowing popularity of these morning shows. I even know that at 8.20AM sharp, people can dial up to answer 5 questions and stand a chance to win vouchers from some electronics store. Yes, it is that predictable.

8.40AM: Went through my 20-plus minute beauty regime which, come rain or shine, remains faithfully consistent (toner-moisturiser-eyecream-foundation-powder-concealer-eyebrows-blusher-more concealer). Rummage the clothes rack only to realise that my mum has not read my mind and ironed the brown cotton-spandex blend Warehouse V-neck top that I've been dying to wear for the past 2 weeks (it went MIA after disappearing into the laundry basket). Search frantically for said top in piles and piles of clothes (you can see why my mum is highly traumatised by my shopping habits), only to realise that the search was futile and I am running out of time. Settle on something that can be ironed in a jiffy. 2 spritzes of Glamour EDP later, grab my bag-of-the day, locate my EasyLink card and office pass.

8.55AM: Head towards the dining hall, expecting to see a cup of Milo prepared by parents who are having brekkie in the kitchen. Dad questions late charges on neverending credit card bills (no, he's more concerned about the bank cheating my money than my poor spending habits) and attempts to rave about the virtues and neccessities of having breakfast before going to work. As usual, it falls on deaf (and defensive) ears. Typical cranky retort: "But I'm not hungry! I'll feel like puking!" just to get them to give up on this daily ruckus.

8.57AM: Get ready to head to the office (which shoes go with this outfit?). Ok, this I can't whine about since I get driven to work every morning by either of my parents. In case you think I'm one of those pampered, overaged, parasite-type adults who refuse to leave the comforts of their parents' care, yes, I am a living, breathing but unwilling example of what I have just described. Reasons are obvious. Firstly, for practicality reasons (why pay additional rental and have no laundry assistance?) and secondly, my parents are more than happy to have their grown-up (but unmarried) children living with them. However, I do give them a paltry sum of money on a monthly basis to take care of my living needs, including the cost of driving me to the office. My dad had kindly budgeted for this arrangement, after my first unsuccessfully painful attempt to get to the office by foot, train and bus which took an entire hour (ie. half an hour less sleep is almost too much to bear). 9AM is also the time when the ERP rates are at its lowest.

9.20AM: Reach the office and feel the lowest of low. Another day of having absolutely zilch to do. Except blogging (at this current moment) and checking emails. I really hope this doesn't go on forever. Passing time from 9am to 6pm is a chore these days. You won't believe how bad it is until you've personally experienced what I'm currently going through. Ah well, that's another blogging opportunity itself which will probably manifest in time to come.

Anyway, that is my typical morning in a nutshell. And the process repeats itself five days a week. So I do identify with Groundhog Day, which happens to be one of my all-time favourite movies. And I suppose most working people would go through this routine every day without realising how monotonous life has become. Which has given me ample time to go through an intensive thought process of what I really should be doing with my life. A quarter of 2005 has passed and I have so many things I'd like to do but am held back by certain insecurities and practicalities. How would I describe my current state of mind? I'm not too sure myself, to be honest.

To end on a more positive note, knowing earlier that there's probably more to life than just the daily battles with my alarm clock is a good thing. However, knowing how to go about getting more out of life is another question altogether. Oh, did I mention what a lovely rainy day it is to lie in bed and do absolutely nothing? Sigh.

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