Another day ended

I am the 1st person to reach at 7:40am. My reporting hour should be 8:30am but in order to avoid the crowd, and sparing myself paying to the cabbies, I left home slightly earlier and got dad to send me to work before he sets off to work.

Uncle Hussain has retired. He took his sony radio along with him. We are on our own now to entertain ourselves with the online radio which keeps buffering every few hrs.
I couldn’t sleep last night. Inspiration dawn on me and I wanted to start sketching on the canvas board, but the bedroom light flickered and then the room went into total darkness. I cried. “I just wanted to do something!” Somehow, something is hindering me from awakening and forcing me to sleep.

Toss on bed and high myself with the headphones, the more I listen to the tracks, the more I feel like going for a long run, probably run towards the merlion and touch its mouth and run back.
Then the clock turns and it’s about 3am when I finally doze off…

This morning, again, I am the 1st person to reach and strangely, someone left a new bottle of ice mountain on my desk and I really wonder if that’s the work of the spirit on their last day on earth? I think and I thought and still unable to answer. Maybe it’s Uncle Hussain, maybe it’s some admirer, maybe it’s some spirits…but it’s so scary. I wonder if the water has been cursed, and dare not drink from it.

Been working late till 9pm last Friday. Sitting across the room, I saw my ex primary school friend, Maneatonofus who was about to start her examination upon my instruction. She couldn’t recognize me at all and actually me too, if not of the attendance list. She looked abit more matured by now, with her head scarf and all, but body language is still as before. The way she laid her head on the table pondering over the examination questions, the way she looked into the white board and stared blankly. Then she walked over to me and handed me her script and said ‘thank you”. I wanted very much to reconcile with her but did not. I hated her last time for always trying to bully my best-est friend Evelyn. And we were not that close after all.

Sitting in the room for a solid 3 hrs, I forgot to bring along a book to read. I stare at the students and try the examination questions myself too. They were multiple choices and short answer section and it’s an open book examination. I just could not understand why they should be given a 3 hr for that paper. No calculations needed. Many were common sense questions if you understand English well enough.

I stare blank for that 3 hrs, occasionally scribbling into my organizer, checking my phone, reading the quick reference guide of “7 habits of effective ppl”.
By the time is up, and collecting back all the scripts, it was exactly 9pm sharp. The evening classes ended around that time and the bus stop was crowded once again. Frustrated with the crowd, I nearly dialed 65521111 when the buses started to appear before my eyes.

I managed to endure the face to face stares in the bus and alighted nearby and walked back. Another long day ended just like that….