kanina day

good wrap to the day -- Gerald delivered piping hot French toast with kaya from good ol' Yakun, topped with a aromatic brew of Teh C. it's world's best at its best.

considering the crappy shit kanina day so far, this would be the highlight of the day.

Start with NO internet connection for most part of the day. i thought: ok, nem mind, let's hope the connection will magically come back on, and let's get some other work done without the internet. then few hours later, i finished my work, still no connection! reset router, still no response. ok.

then all this while, the construction site next to me dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong...so NOISY!!!! then i saw the crane operator try to mince the big stone slabs into mini pebbles. just like my ah-ma try to mince the pork to make wanton. dok-dok-dok-dok-dok-dok-dok-dok-dok. arrrrrggggh!!

i contemplate going home, (to continue to work ok, not play Maple). then shit! the connection came back on. ok boh pian.

then the ceiling start to drip, for no special reason, and the drip is just inches away from my left. so i call the landlord Keith who said he'll come down pronto. Just as Keith didn't turn up, the dripping stopped. mabbe the ceiling thought since no one is looking, it might as well stop showing off.

dok-dok-dok-dok-dok-dok-dok-dok-dok. went the crane (i'm going to ask my father wat the stupid name of the crane is, to be more specific)

then my keyboard spoil. this is the most DL part. got internet but cannot type. sian sian sian. i start to say kanna sai. then i try to vent by typing Yahoo status message : kanna sai. fail. cannot type! then i try kanina. ooh! can.

then the clock struck 6.30pm. i check my mirror, no i didn't turn into a pumpkin. check my shoes, no didn't turn into mice. but voila! the dok-dok-dok stopped, the keyboard can work (see? i can blog), i can send out emails. and the dripping stopped (oh just now i said that already.)

but now is too late. it's time to go home, then everything start to work. unlucky.

to wind up the day, the irritating ah-bu-neh salesman (dunno sell what shit) called for G, who already left. this time, i take the chance to vent. this guy v irritating, always call and ask a lot of kpoh questions. then always G not in, so i kerna answer the call. the ah-bu-neh will ask pple what time he come back, he go out to where, do wat when he go out. how do i know?!!! then when i give some rubbish answers, ah-bu-neh will tell me "no, Gerald told me he coming back at 4." then wat the f u ask me when u already have the answers!! then he kpoh abt G not enough, he try to kpoh me, ask me who am i, what i do, how am i today, all these.

i scolded the ah-bu-neh once before, his skin still so thick, call and call and call. and everytime he talks, i can just see his head doing the breakdance thingey, left to right, right to left. FED UP. so i just say loudly HE NOT IN! hahahahaa