It's Sunday, 10:47pm now. It's been so so long since Sunday actually meant something to me. Last time...Sunday used to like just any other day...Most of the time, Sunday = "Sleeping day" as limpeh spent limpeh's Saturday night/Sunday morning playing mahjong with limpeh's kakis. Now Sunday means the end of rest and relax...sheesh...
Actually, its not that limpeh dreaded work. The thing limpeh dreaded, and is still dreading, is the journey to work. Every fucking morning, limpeh have to squeeze bus, then squeeze mrt, and then bus again with all those kiasu Singaporeans. Then every night, limpeh again have to squeeze bus, then mrt, and then bus again wtih the same bunch of kiasu Singaporeans, except that this time, they smell. You know how sian bo!! Wah lan eh..everyone try to squeeze into the bus/mrt as if they're chased by the 恐龙 from Jurassic Park. Fuck lar...if have to rush to work then get out of the house earlier lar...干您拿...sleep a little lesser also won't die right!!
Because limpeh anticipated this kinda shit, hence limpeh wakes up at 6.30am and leave the house by 7am, when limpeh only starts work at 8.45am. 1hr 45 mins is enough for limpeh to take limpeh's own sweet time to get to limpeh's workplace. If only half of those fuckers practise wat limpeh does, then those fucking buses and mrts wouldnt be so packed!
But bo bian...this is the only company that actually interviewed me and employed me as their Sales Engineer, when limpeh don't even know a single thing about quoting and couplings/valves/gauges. So lan lan lor...have to squeeze with all those kiasu/stinko/pua bye Singaporeans.
So you can't blame limpeh to look forward to the next weekend right? Hopefully by the time limpeh get vehicle, limpeh wont comprain anymore. But then again, maybe will comprain about other road users leow...and hopefully, I won't be that road user others would comprain to their friends/colleagues/family/kopitiam ah soh....
So can someone tell me when is the next public holiday, anyone??
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