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Saturday, April 30, 2005
the morning rush
woke up at 7.30am, tossed and turned till 8.30am, get dressed and drove pamela (our car) to the mechanics or bodyshop in US term. i did not have time to eat breakfast. very hungry.

i reached the place at 9.15am. tom, the forgetful boss of the bodyshop told me he has backup work/orders. so is it my problem? i have been waiting for the right signal relay to be fixed for more than 3 bloody weeks and he has told me to come on saturday morning to get it fixed.

the ever pr person (me) smiled and asked him the time needed to fix pamela. he was uncertain and was not ready to commit a time.

i told him i have start work at 10.30am and ends at 3.30pm. yes, si beh pai mian, saturday still have to work such long miserable hours in a low paying job.

he told me to drive his volvo to work and bring it back after work. that volvo looks older than me and i did not know how to drive the car. the seat belt is loose and the air con did not work. sorry, sista wants to drive a ferrari.

i told tom i would walk to work and will be back at 4.15pm to pick up pamela. why 4.15pm? because i need time to walk from the bank to his shop.

i went a mom and pop diner and wanted to eat a big breakfast. just my luck to see a long queue of people waiting to be seated.

hello, today is saturday, if you are not working, why eat breakfast so early. damn suay. i have to wait for more than 15 minutes for my breakfast.

such a lousy saturday morning.
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