Friday, August 26, 2011

Friday, 26 Aug 2011 - Clear day

Getting up extremely early today as being waken up by my little monster Qian Hui. She tends to climb to our bed whenever she is awake and me being a very alert person will easily get awaken by her. Sooky managed to get QH back to sleep. Less than 5 minutes, Qian Hui make a fuss again, this time around, she asked for milk. At 530 AM, I have to get my lazy body up from the bed to make her milk. Trying to get back to sleep after that, roll to my right, roll to my left, close my eyes, all effort went into vain, can't get back to sleep. So I decided to wake up early, watched some movies before going to wet market to get some ingredients to make my signature Pork Burger as Sooky's friends are coming over tomorrow for some gatherings.

I had my breakfast at the wet market but I certainly have no appetite to swallow down the bowl of fishball noodles. Perhaps I'm still tired due to lack of sleep plus feasting like beast the night before on buffet which make me still feel bloated. Call back to wake up Sooky to ensure she is awake so that Qian Ning will reach her kindie in time. Tapao a bee hoon soup for Sooky on the way back.

8AM, quickly get myself dressed up to go to work. Traffic was smooth, perhaps due to majority of our muslim counterparts have started making the ways back to kampung to celebrate Eid Mubarak. Stopping at traffic light, so I take the chance to wipe my dusty + oily glasses. Boom !!! Bang !!!. It scared the hell out of me, I quickly check out my rear mirror and I noticed a motorcyclist going down after hitting a car. I was like, did he hit my car? I quickly get down to check the car out, and it didn't hit my car but the car next to me, how close is that. Poor chap, the car, big dent and scratches. Sometime I have the feelings that those motorcyclist are the bastard who should be responsible. Why must those motorcyclist manoeuvred in between cars exactly on the dotted white line? Are they trying to test their ear function on whether they can balanced themselves straight on the white line? Why can't they queue nicely behind those cars? Come to think of it, majority of the motorcyclists choose to ride a motorbike because they can't afford a car. Then I started to get very angry towards the bloody government. Why can't this bloody government of BN create a better transport system so that all this motorcyclists do not need to ride bike? How hard is it to create a better system? Fuck them all. I'm sure the motorcyclist won't be able to pay for the damage, so it is freaking sad for the car owner.

Getting down from the ram, I can see traffic heading towards Putrajaya at LDP was extremely pack. It was very unusual to see such pack traffic at that hours. Then I saw a police patrol car trying to squeeze through between cars. I guess there is another serious accident happen on the way to Putrajaya. Hope everything is fine. It is raya time, hopefully everyone drive safely for those who going back to kampung.

I reached office before 9am. While walking towards office, I suddenly asked myself, "Did I lock the car just now? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.", I don't remember at all. Although 99% of the time, I have locked the car but to be sure, I dragged my fat legs back to the carpark to check the car out. Ya I can't afford to lose this car. I don't have extra money to get another car. Thanks to the bloody government of BN who make the car so expensive in Malaysia. Fuck BN.

9.15am, office was pretty quiet, as usual most of the folks only turn up earliest by 10am. Was debating about how bad is the government with some of my Malay colleagues. Don't wish to elaborate as it tended to become very fiery whenever I talked about this fucking government of BN.

245 pm, didn't go out for lunch. Was having a little farewell party for our admin who is last day today. Boss get us some pizza. Had a some good chat with some colleagues, really learn a lot of stuff about current company and current issue.

Going to have beer with my ex-boss after works. It is good that we still keep in touch. Who knows one day, I might go back to old company?

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