Friday, June 30, 2006
I had not been working for the previous day again. Not because I did not want to, but rather I could not go. My supervisor had again called me in the morning that I would not be required for the day. All of a sudden a dreadful feeling crept into me; for the first time of my life did I understand the mood of unemployed. I should really work harder and cherish my job.
Knowing that I would not be working I allowed myself to slept late. After I had waken up in the afternoon, I went through the routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face, before I went infront of my pc and switch it on. Signing in and out of my yahoo mail and msn messenger, finding not much interest, I went to play some online games. It was really mindless playing those games, but it beat having nothing to do. My favorite is Bejewelled 2 Deluxe, because it does not require much thinking and is fun to score points just like that. After my computer session it was almost evening I think so I went for a bath, deciding to go out later. But I ended staying at home watching tv, thus experiencing my
xth negative feeling of the day: loneliness.
(*Yawn*... Apologies to all viewers, because even I'm falling asleep from the above topic. But the more exciting ones coming up. Stay tune.)
There was a late night movie titled "John Carpenter's Ghost of Mars", (Quite adruptly I'm disconnected. Connecting in process.) starring Ice Cube, a Natasha something and a Jason something. I watched it through, reminding me of the movie Doom. (Alright here's the exciting part.) I mentioned before I like night-time, but not totonight's, as I had four encounters with the other species which I despised: the cockroach, also known affectionately as xiao qiang.
The first was at my kitchen floor, and I ignored it. The second encounter was thrilling. I was washing the dishes for supper and was filling my used cup for my milo earlier with tap water, which I left standing beside the sink for some moment. After I cut the flow, I heard splashing sound. You guess it, there was a one swimming roach-stroke in MY cup. You can imagine my anger there. Luckily I had only half-filled the cup, so I proceeded with the execution of the intruder employing a swift and effective way (trial and tested), by mixing washing detergent into MY cup. *Sign* The poor thing did not get a chance to indulge itself in a extravagant bubble bath before its final moment. I threw its body away, a mistake as I should have hanged it up to pose as a warning to its comrades not to cross their boundaries (hehe). Anyway I met the next one at the kitchen cabinet. I made it fell off and overturned on the floor, but hestitated a moment too long to let it seized the chance to escape from gruelsome death. The last one was spotted on my dad's bedroom's door. I was tired at the sight of it, so I just resigned myself to its extistence(for the day).
(Suddenly have the impulse to say sorry to a few people.)
Sorry..
it is just sooner or later
4:32 AM
