I wake up at 12 to set the alarm clock to 1

I wake up at 1 to set the alarm clock to 1:15

I wake up at 1:15 jump out of comfortable bed and step on some random things moo threw on the floor. If that random thing is soft, I will -_-“ not again”

If that random thing is hard, I will curse him for the day for giving my feet pain early in my start of day.

I rush to the toilet to brush my teeth, while brushing I remember I forgot to grab my towel. So while brushing my teeth, I go back to my room and get my towel.

Go back to the toilet, finish brushing my teeth, rub off my bak sai, wash/clean my face. Run back to my room and casually match what I am going to wear for the day.

Usually consist of a skirt a top and a jacket.

Sometimes ¾ pants.

Do the usual thing, perfume etc, and grab my bag and head to the shoe shelve.

It is always either short heels or sandals, never sport shoes although I have one for the sake of having one.

Most of the time, I am already late for work, so I end up hailing for a cab.

Sometimes there are so many many school buses coming down from St Margaret’s Primary School that I couldn’t really cross the road for another 5 to 10 mins. When I do, they pile up at the lower end of the road and even if I got onto a cab, the cab wouldn’t really move.

Most of the time when I reach my destination, it is a just nice time. Not late, just on time. The only few times when I was late was when my cousin went back because she wet her pants, as she falls down on the road of a rainy day. Or sometimes, when I have diarrhea and get stuck in the toilet for like another 10 minutes or so.

There are also a few times when I realize I forgot my wallet or phone when I was already out of the house, usually I end up about 3-4 minutes late for that.

Upon arrival at my work place, the familiarest face I see almost every day, greets me with that silent look from his usual unexpressive eyes. If anything was to be expressed, usually nothing positive, most of the time it’s not about me though, luckily.

My usual super quiet working day starts from there, quiet not because of the environment, but because of the people. My only colleague plus boss doesn’t talk much, probably because we got nothing in common at all. Totally nothing, obviously other than our jobs, that’s what we talk about most of the time, if we even talk. I realize telling him anything about me isn’t a really good idea for various reasons.

But I have to point out that just because I don’t tell him many things, it doesn’t mean that he stereotype people easily, or he think he is right about his own assumptions based on whoever knows what. And he is also not someone who thinks everything he knows should be what people know as well because everyone is a psychic like him who seems to know what other people are thinking. And he is also not someone who gloats over things that he is right about and pretend he haven’t said anything before on things that he is wrong about. Not that I want him to point out that he is wrong, but is there a need to gloat on what he is right about?

No he is not like the boss I’ve been telling you all about last time, that particular boss that I was unhappy with, remember? I am sure you all know which one I am talking about.

I enjoy my silent working life other then the occasional awkwardness of silence. I usually put up a serious look in front of him when I am doing my job, maybe not so serious but at least the ‘no joke’ type. I reckon that if I start being myself in front of him he will think that I can never ever be serious in anything at all. Well, he is a no joke person after all, how should I have behaved? Although I feel that my no joke self does not differ from my normal self when it comes to the results of my work. My boss doesn’t feel that way, neither does yours, right?

My job is usually on the laptop, once a while customers comes in and I serve them. Most of the time, they prefer to be left alone to browse.

I like customer who tells me things, even though I am considered the sales girl there, and I do my job by recommending them what they are looking for, but I like it when they tell me about my wines, things that I don’t already know, or things that I’ve forgotten about. It refreshes my mind and I feel like I am recharged sometimes. Doing computer job too much makes me feel lost in its own world in a bad way… my mind became stiff.

The lunch + dinner or ‘drunch’ hour are usually at about 4 pm, each time, I have to go up those torturous flight of escalators. Not because they’re hard to use, but I have to pass by many many nice restaurants and cafes before I reach my destination, the kopitiam. I had to convince myself that I am super poor although I know I already am, so that I won’t be tempted to step into those nice cafes or restaurants, although my failure rate is about 50%. In case you’re wondering, that’s where I spend a lot of my $ on, losing to temptations like these. Just how weak my will power is? Sometimes when I manage to control myself and go all the way up to kopitiam, I end up wanting to reward myself with a little bit of window shopping, and 20% of my window shopping ends up being non-window shopping. Back to square one. Once a while when I am doing window shopping, I will think of whether or not I should ask Blackie she got mood for clubbing, but it so happen that I always manage to convince myself that I am super broke plus that nice brown color pair of shoes I’ve seen with that fake ribbon thingy could be mine if I skip some clubbing, but in the end, all the $ that I supposedly saved from not going to any clubs end up in the ramen shop or expensive ice creams.

So my silent working day continue till my boss is done with his ‘shift’ and leave the premises. I will start to be myself a little more, I switch the CD to what I like. Sometimes when there is a bottle of wine for staff sampling, ( I am the only staff ) instead of bringing a ¾ bottle home, I finish up another ¼ in the shop by drinking and doing my computer job at the same time. It helps me relax and helps me detect error clearer for some reason, maybe I am too tense usually.

When it’s 7pm, I get the duster from the cupboard and start dusting all the bottles in the shelves. Usually slightly dancing or head shaking to my favorite music in that pile of CD, of coz not in an obvious way, but I got caught a few times by some customers before, they just laugh and continue with their shopping. Some of them end up doing some singing or some hand or leg shaking to the music. I like these people, they’re kind of cute.

After dusting, I check the time and then back up my completed job for the day in my phone. If there is any extra time, I will read some wine magazine or just tidy up the table and etc a little.

At 9pm, I will check to see if there are any extra jobs to be completed by today and finish it all up, like washing the glasses that I’ve used.

At 9:15, I shut down my laptop and tuck it away. Start cleaning the counter from all the oily smudge left by some customers or myself, usually in the shape of handprints or elbow print. Because of the amount of things on the counter, I usually take 15 minutes to finish cleaning. I got this thing about wanting my uncle/boss to start his day fresh when he comes in next morning.

Of coz, there are days where I skive a bit like when I didn’t mop the floor after vacuuming, but those are rare cases. Mostly when I am feeling moody or unwell.

Sometimes I will bring the occasional bottle of sample to my sis on my way home, pour her a glass or two and hear her opinion. Sometimes I get interesting detection of aromas from her which most of the time I agreed to. Like smell of green curry from a bottle of Australian cabernet sauvignon. I guess most non Asians don’t usually associate spices with curry, but some other things that is printed in their own library of smell. Thus you hardly hear people say wine that smells like green curry, but it exist. If I were to tell a certain someone that the wine has aroma of green curry, he probably thinks I am bull shitting or trying to act pro but chose not to tell me about it.

I reach home to an empty room other than my brother outside at the living room. Switch on the air con and start surfing, reading blogs, manga, comics, sometimes read a bit about wines, or wine regions or any other things about wine. Not the studying mood most of the time though, more like curiosity.

Moo will return home about this time, and throw everything all around the floor, get my usual nagging for doing that and settles in front of his com too.

I will find many reasons out of nowhere just to find trouble with him and even though he notice my unreasonability he can’t really do much coz if he ignores me, I will start pinching his tummy fats.

After lazing around, I will finally get myself up for a bath and freshen up myself for the night, watch some anime or disturb some people on msn, my cousin, my sister, my pig peng dog yous etc.

Sometimes I will do some tiny cleaning up as I leave my bigger cleaning up on Wednesday nights or sometimes Thursday nights.

Do the usual laundry sometimes etc etc… eh.. boring…

When I feel like it I will read some news, and I will search for some hilarious news on the internet just to convince myself that news are not all that boring.

Usually these things will continue until about 1 or 2 am, and I will start disturbing moo again, asking him to go to bed soon etc.

By about 3 am or sometimes 4, we will be on bed, and it takes about 3 minutes for him to start snoring, while I take another half an hour or more trying to sleep.

Sometimes I dream about me being a heroine in a zombie movie.

Sometimes I dream that I am the victim of some plotted tragedy like in the movies.

Sometimes I wake up to pee

Sometimes I wake up crying coz my pet fish died in a pool of water in the sink… Yes sink.

Sometimes I wake up coz moo talks in his sleeps or grinds his teeth.

Sometimes I hear the so familiar music coming out from nowhere in my dream, but when I try to look for the source of music in my dream, it always leads to me reaching out for my phone to switch off the alarm.

And the day starts again……

So… by the way, my computer screwed up again. So, if you see me coming online and offline repeatedly, or maybe not see me at all. I am neither crazy nor dead. Just imagine me cracking my brain and venting my anger on moo for not being able to fix my freaking com.