walking on broken glass

sunday morning. damn i was gonna oversleep a bit but was woken up by stomach pain, must be the effect from this tea i drank last night. urghhh.. if you must know that i'm not exactly a daily toilet person, so once in awhile i just need ermmm...help.

my hands are still sore from the beach volleyball game yesterday. i don't understand how ppl can survive a volleyball match with the ball that hard. if i had kept on playing i imagined my thumb wld have been dislocated beyond my wrist. it was a torture.

it was good fun though. i mean who wld have imagined there's a beach volleyball court just behind our office building in the company compound, with the sea is like 200 miles away?

tomorrow is a working day again. a normal working day. we talked about work last friday during our usual long tea break chat. we bitched about how we hate our jobs and agreed we made a wrong choice of going into engineering. we even thought about going for higher education and snatched jobs from other lines.

but that's as far as it goes. tea break over, we returned to our desk, to our real life and everything goes on as it is. the truth is, we are too afraid and too insecure to make big moves in our life. weekend comes, then monday and we'll bitch about it again the next time we chat.

as for me, i'm just looking forward to returning to s'pore. i expect being away for a moment will make me feel fresh again at work, so i won't be flipping those recruitment section in the newspaper anytime soon. plus, my mortgage loan interest is going rise this year so i'm not exactly in a position to make risky changes.

i'm starting to have all these dreams about home. last night i dreamed about my fish. bunch of them died, and the one surviving was so ugly i couldn't even remember i had them.

urghhh....


...ed