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Friday, June 25

Dread knows no boundaries.

This has so far been an absolutely dreadful day.

I woke up today at 7.45am; so tired that I'm absolutely glad that I get to sleep in late tomorrow - I shall be waking up at 9.15am, a generous one half hours more.

Today's my 15th straight day of waking up at 7.45am - for school and or work. It's not pleasing for sure.

I desperately need a fun holiday that doesn't involve work or studying but there is no time, and I'm too poor anyway.

Yesterday, when my meeting with the NTU students ended early and I had 2 leisure hours (albeit being stuck in Bugis), I almost felt uncomfortable. It's like, woah, so much free time! I was almost aching to do something - grab an Accounting text, draft a story, something.

And about being poor - having such a cramped timetable makes me feel that I should be compensated, financially. If I'm given such tightly scheduled days, surely someone, somewhere can ensure I have cash? That way, I can buy all the de-stressing Ben and Jerry's I need, take all the cabs I want to and buy all the eyebags-fighting products I require.

But you know, this is reality.

So on the bus I go today (as with all other days of my life), without Ben and Jerry's and with eyebags.

It's a really cold and rainy day today here in our usually sweltering country.

I was engrossed in Percy Jackson and the Lighting Thief on the bus (yes, I'm that outdated. And yes again, bus rides are now my entertainment time), trying to ignore the cold and the uncomfortable squeeze (Uncle on my right with his legs wide open, and Art Lady on my left with her art tube poking my arm - real comfortable).

Just as I thankfully got down from the bus outside my workplace and was about to cross the drowned road, a bloody orange hatchback SPED past and SLOSHED half the road's wet on my dress.

My dress!

My black, back-crotchet dress.

My black, back-crotchet dress that I wore today for a meeting in Orchard.

It was almost in slow-motion (I know they all said that, but seriously. I saw the droplets fly and I just STOOD still. Beats me why too.), and then before I could react, the road wasn't drowned anymore - all the water's on me.

So I'm tired, sleep-deprived, cold and VERY WET. And so very super angry, that I was relieved that the lift up to Level 4 at work was empty so I can scream.

See why I never liked orange? To think I've been trying to like it (it can look so pretty on leather bags).

And yeah, I've been doing a lot of inner loud, muted, agonizing screams. In the lift today, on buses several times and many many countless times at home.

Okay, maybe not agonizing, but you get the idea.

I need a holiday.

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