My quirks!
This•is•just•great! My•laptop•said•it•was•thirsty. So, being•a•kind•owner, I•satisfied•its•demands. See•what•happened… It•got•so•sick, that•it•became•dysfunctional!!! This•is•agonizing, forming•words, character•by•character, with•a•mouse•and•the•charactr•map. Moral•of•the•story — Never•give•in•to•a•computer!!!
This is an amazing little town, the one I live in. They do not have self operated washing machines at all, except for the laundry shops which charge about 3 euros for washing one shirt. Duh!!! I will probably be so broke that I have to hike back to Singapore on foot.
“Does everyone have one at home?? I asked my landlord, “Are you going to bring a washing machine here?”
“No…”
“Are there any washing salons in this town?”
-Blank Look-
“So what do you suggest I do with my clothes?” Fold arms.
“You can use the washing machine in my house.”
“So.. Where do you live?”
He pointed to some *ulu location on the map. “There!”
Ok, great, that would be one hour’s bicycle ride from here. Just great.
So what do all these have to do with the Thurday night movie? Be patient, the best things come last.
That solution didn’t really appeal to me, so I ended up handwashing my clothes everyday! Yes, me! You can’t believe it? Neither can I! This must be retribution!
A guy, I knew from Mainz (the town where I first worked in), came along and moved into the house next to mine. As you could have guessed, he didn’t have a washing machine as well. They should do something with the rental contracts in this town!!! Anyway, after a wild goose chase in vain, we decided to request for the use of the washing machine (one and only one which is coin operated) in the basement of the building in which the company apartment was located.(Please do not ask me, why they didn’t put me there in the first place, to save me all the trouble!).
Thursday, yesterday was Thursday. There was only one machine between the 2 of us!? Each cycle takes about one hour!!! Resigned, we sat down on the laundry room’s floor. Stupid me didn’t bring any entertainment, all I had in my bag was washing powder, a few coins and my cell phone. Thank goodness, the radio on the cell phone worked. He read an Ikea magazine from head to toe, left to right, whatever for at least 30 minutes. I was going to borrow the mag from him and read for myself, what was so interesting in it. Not only that, It didn’t help, that the laundry room was in the basement, stuffy, smell of washing powder, wet clothes, cold floor etc…People kept popping their heads in and giving us wierd looks, wondering what 2 idiots were doing, one reading an Ikea mag, the other playing games on the cell phone…..in the laundry room.
Next week, there will be 2 loads of clothes and that will take 2 hours at least! *Shiver* I have decided to make a contribution by bringing my laptop and vcds. We have decided to entertain ourselves by watching old movies .. IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM! So tune in next Thursday for ‘You’ve Got Mail!’ (I have watched this like 3 times already!!!!!)
*ulu (Malay) = Deserted (English) = Niao Bu Shen Dan, Birds don’t lay eggs (Chinese)
~~~ Tune in the Channel Laundry Room for the hilarious comedy, starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. Please go to the IMDB Website for reviews. ~~~
Yawn!
The morning is not so good afterall. Due to bleary eyes and shivering fingers…. here comes the pointy points…
1. Every morning, I swear to myself, that I will sleep at 10pm that very night, or I will be a $%§%$§%$” (You guess the meaning.)
2. 9.45pm Oooh! Another 15 minutes…. Surf net…
3. Hmm… The computer screen seems to be moving…
4. Looks up at the clock.. Oh damn! Midnight! When did it become midnight! It was just 9.45 a minute ago!
5. Power off, toilet business, brush teeth, wash face, remove my thick spectacles, plomp into bed (oh! I forgot the lights!), look at clock, argh, 1210!
6. Eyes shut, poof!
7. RRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGG!!!!!! BBBBBEEEEEPPPPP!!!!! BBBBRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! (The sounds made by 2 alarm clocks, 1 watch, 1 handphone, which includes vibrating).
8. Hhhuuuhhh…. It’s morning already?
9. Brings clock within 1mm of eyes, force them open… OH SHIT! 6.20!! OH no Oh no… They are supposed to ring at 6!!!! Stupid clocks!
10. I swear to myself I will sleep at 10pm tonight or I am a %$%&§%$&§. That reminds me… get another alarm clock.
My dear friend commented on my style of writing for my emails. I go systematically in point form and followed the order of the paragraphs of the previous mail, so that they referred to each other sequentially. As for her, her thoughts are peppered throughout the whole mail. Looking at her blog (Nana’s Tots), I tend to agree on that, we write differently too. She likes to focus more on personal feelings and emotions, on the other hand, although I do drop a few at times, but mostly, they are about more impersonal stuff.
I am beginning to observe the way my friends pen their emails and letters and am finding some sort of similiarities between the technical and ‘arts’ people. The technical folks write in order, in point form and stuff about the world and opinions, whereas the ‘arts’ kingdom expresses itself with more personal yous and mes.
Well, maybe the training we received in those 10 odd years have finally reconfigured our brains. I am trained in the technical field, but somehow, wistfully, I wish that I am able to express myself better with words and not with numbers and equations. However, in the country where I come from, we are labelled for life for the choices we made when we were 13. Once an engineer, always an engineer. Only a few managed to escape from this stereotyping. You and I, the differences stay with us til the end of our lives.
After provoking comments like “You walk like a dinosaur!” and strange looks from people as I thumped through the corridor, I have decided to make walking in silence the study for this week. Today, I have discovered the miraculous solution and from now on, I would walk as silently as an elephant, erm.. I mean, swan (wait a minute, do swans walk?!), well, you know what I mean and as gracefully as a flamingo. People will turn their heads around, to catch a glimpse of such a beautiful walker. I shall let all of you into this discovery….
1. Take mincing small steps (Walk as if your feet are bounded and will topple any time)
2. Slow is the keyword (An accurate pace would be to reach 100m in 10 minutes, then you will be safe.)
3. A deep breath before treading as though on air before each step (Although you will be short of breath for the first few tries, but practice makes perfect.)
There, now we will have a world of catwalk models. Although this is the secret recipe to graceful walking, I can’t really stand torturing myself like that. Patience, my dear! I do so like to move quickly, get from point A to B in the shortest possible time route, drive at 50km/h above the limit, ride the speedboat instead of the slowpoke bumboat (gosh, I can never spell this word!). To do this every day will shorten my life by a few years each time. Therefore, to upkeep this image, I have decided to walk in slow torturous grace whenever I can. Along the corridor, as a door is opened and closed, thump thump thump, 3 big steps (under the camouflage of the banging of the doors), then small steps again. Life is a then, a little more bearable.
To leave the warm bed every morning is pure agony. As I fall out of the blankets reluctantly, I berated myself for the late night before and solemnly promised myself that by *knock or by sock, I would hurl myself in bed for at least 8 hours’ rest. Somehow, my debt with the sleep bank never seems to clear, in fact, interests grow amazingly quick. I guess, I will never be able to repay even my interest. At the promised bedtime, 10pm, there will always be tonnes of things to do — loads of clothes to wash and iron, blogs to write, net to surf, video cds to be watched, books to be read, emails to be read and replied, bags to pack etc, neverending tasks. The next time I glanced at the clock, it would be 12 midnight!! Where has every minute gone? Should I wish that the day is longer, or maybe that I need less sleep? Both seem rather impossible. A very hugh sigh….
*eyes turning for a quick peek at the clock* Oh no! See! I told you so!! It is 10.51 pm!!!
Bed or Blog… Make your choice.
Apologies for this substandard entry. I am simply too tired to think coherently, see ya again tomorrow!
*by knock or by sock = knocking oneself senseless against the wall or socking oneself with own fist.
Mutter
Ok ok. Smile smile smile.
You are my sunshine, you are my sunshine. You make me happy, when days are blue….
Calm down, it is just a stupid part.
BUT I FEEL LIKE SLAMMING THE WHOLE THING AGAINST THE WALL!!! ARGH!!
I am not in the mood to do this anymore.
Procrastinate…
I shall do it tomorrow……
Why are there so many pins and eyelets on the floor!? You should have finished everything by now!
Silence. Black looks. Stare daggers. Mutter.
You just missed my multilingual swearing session.
Sulk
I accidentally tilted the fixture and the parts are now all on the floor.
So MANY!!!
I accidentally dropped most of them. I vented my anger on the rest of them… YES… DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!!!!?? I SWEAR THAT, WHEN I GET BACK TO SINGAPORE, IF I AM POSTED TO R&D OR PRODUCTION DEPTMENT, I WILL RESIGN ON THE SAME DAY!!!
F… fish!@W@%#%@!! Damn! Stupid idiot! A few hours of work wasted!!! SHIT!!
YES! Last stage!! Careful careful…