My adventure

It was back at work. Slogging away replying the many emails. Sending out this and that, making arrangements and all. Even walking out to buy my lunch is a luxury. Thank god my colleague was nice enough to get my lunch for me (she is a FEMALE colleague, don’t think otherwise and SHE is NOT a LESBIAN. Er…I guess not? ).

Anyway! I promised myself not to work late, not to work late, no more working late. So when the clock struck 5:30pm, everyone started packing up, washing their cups or toilet visits. I started to gather and sort out some misc stuff. Then the clock struck 6pm…I am still sorting….the clock struck 7pm….sorting still…until it suddenly hit on me that THE SKY HAS TURNED DARK!

I looked at my watch and realized its 7:40pm. The corridors were dark. The lizards are already out. Fat ones, with tails or without, white ones or black or strip ones. They are like “post it pads”. Slapped all over the walls and ceilings, motionless.

The florescent lamps are not bright enough. Plus my slightly inability to see in the dark, I have to slowly figure my way out from the office building. There were still quite a number of ppl at the bus stop. I waited for the bus or cab. But none came in a min. So! Being the impatience and snobbish me, I started walking back home.

The journey was full of excitement, fear and creepiness. The lonely walk was pretty much an adventure for me. Big flying ants (飞飞) swirling around the lights, many of it. And there are many such fluorescent lights along the passageways I have to cross. The occasional swift appearance made by the fat lizards, sometimes on the wall, sometimes on top of the cover-ups. I am so afraid they will drop into my blouse or on my head if they lost their grips in fright or will they drop their tails and let it wriggle up into my nostril as a punishment for frightening them with my footsteps when I walk past them? But there is no turning back since I have chosen this journey. It is my DESTINY.

The steep steps were unevenly laid. My poor eyesight does not seem to help me any better. I am just worried I will I hear the sound of egg shell crack when I crushed the snails with my careless step or will I hear the scream from the lizard with blood and intestines bursting out from its body if I have squash it with my shoe? Or will I roll down the stairs in order to avoid the snails and lizards and there is no one there to help me as there is no single soul more than 500 meters from me.

I was already half way thru the hill. I just have to continue walking ahead and never look back.
The walk along the downslope carpark was the worst. The Nanyang Lake (you heard of the story about the Nanyang Lake?) is on my right, the old tattered graduate hall on my left. A lorry went past me slowly. It was dark. I looked at my feet but couldn’t find them. I tot I was blind. There were badly lit lamps along the way. Then I heard someone called out “OOi!” “OOi!”. I dare not look back who it was.

With a big tote bag over my shoulder and some perseverance, and music to smooth down my heartbeat, from my building, cross the long carpark, another building, my ex working building, downhill of 200 or more flights of steps (yes I counted those steps before), long cover up passage ways, cross a garden, cross a bridge, then a school and finally, I reached my block, all these in 40mins. I finally make it home.