today took a left turn at 6.15pm from good day territory to bad day ground zero. i am reduced to grinding my teeth in the dark again and worse, i have to write a dismissal letter again for second time in my career in this company. somewhere in my head i can hear boey kim cheng murmuring about the pace of life in singapore being too fast, mixed with the lyrical tone of his classic Day of No Name. all quietly murmured out, as is the way boey k.c reads.

am now on a cab headed towards millenia tower to fire-fight a potential disastrous event, and i keep asking myself the same questions: why is everything a matter of life or death here? responsibilities and liabilities aside, must every event be stamped with the priority chop until one day this country will turn into india where every email is marked “important” and everything is labelled “urgent” until it comes to the part where they got to pay. some days i hate being me and today shouldnt have to be one of them.

edit: at freaking 2.54am in the morning
i just finished work. damn.

edit 2: at freaking 735am only a little bit later in that same morning
i just woke up. to start work again. damn.

i hope you had a bad day too.