October 26, 2005

• A little bit more vitriol, some randomness and a slightly vulgar second last paragraph (and thanks to those who commented on the previous post).

  
  

  What the hell? I accidentally clicked on the spelling checker and the words were all gone after I clicked on the one?button. That will be the last time I type an entry directly in Xanga.

  
  

  All good things come to an end, I guess. The previous maid has returned home to Indonesia. I originally planned to hand over the bunch of unwanted clothes to her for her male family members. However, due to her poor command of the English Language, she gestured for the landlady to come over and she duly accepted them. Had I known that this would happen, I would have stuck to my original plan and donated them to charity. Anyway, I handed her a fifty which she reluctantly accepted and wished her well. I quite admired her cheerful demeanour and she was always smiling, like this smiley. In addition, I thought that she handled the little terrors well, especially since the landlady husband was AWOL until a month or two ago. She probably missed me more than her employers (she did give me a hug two days before she left, I returned home very late the night before she flew off and she called me just before she left for the airport from the landlady parents?house or perhaps it is just the money), since they are not the most pleasant people in the world. Speaking of that, there is a new maid and I have no clue at all why they insist on a maid when both of them are either unemployed or do not hold proper jobs.

  
  

  On to the landlady husband. I think he needs a life, or a proper job. At five pm yesterday, he was surfing the web. An hour or so later, he was playing chess at Yahoo games section. He was still at it when I reached home at eleven pm. He remained glued to the chair after I came back from my run after two am. I could see the computer light emanating from the hall before I hit the sack close to four am. Surprise surprise, I could make out that he was browsing websites when I trudged bleary-eyed to the bathroom at ten am this morning (that was the last straw and I bought a microfilter, pity it does not interfere with his connection). He was impassively rooted to the chair at five pm, starting intently at the virtual chessboard. And upon the completion of the previous sentence, I checked out the light emitted by the monitor one level below. Perhaps I should ask my landlady whether the maid feels ncomfortable? especially when she is just sleeping the carpeted open hall area, with nothing to shield her from the glare. I am astounded that the bum truly understands most of the words displayed on the screen and comprehends the game of chess (then again, maybe not).

  
  

  I am actually losing interest in football and badminton. Street soccer just does not cut it for me and the eleven-a-side match that I had on Saturday was absolutely rotten. The pitch was bumpy and it must have been my first game on grass since the start of 2004. I ended up playing only half the first half and half the second half. The captain practised favouritism and a couple of people who looked like homeless men were part of the team when the team was supposed to comprise of purely staff. We basically hoped to string together a few passes on the flanks and score. I played in centre midfield and hardly got the ball. I tried to assist the wingers but they tried to dribble on their own and lost out too often. I am not sure whether my partner in centre midfield was really on the pitch. I did my best to close down the opposition but the centre was just too crowded. When I watched from the sidelines, the opposition seemed to outnumber us, but the numbers tallied each time I counted. Our centre-backs lacked pace and played the offside trap. If the referee was assisted by linesmen, surely we would have lost by more than a single-goal margin. Of the three that we scored, the goalkeeper fumbled in one and the other two were defensive blunders. Although my big toe was quite sore as it was trod on, I had more than half a tank of energy left within me.

  
  

  It is the same story for badminton, my bags of energy are hardly exhausted at the end of my sessions. I have four different badminton sessions available. All four provide different shuttlecocks. I think I have poor adaptability and eyesight. Before I am able to completely grasp the flight of the shuttlecock and gain some rhythm, most of the others had enough for the day and the session is usually over. I went for a fifty-minute run yesterday and it was sandwiched by the games I had yesterday and today. My muscles still feel fine. I have no idea what is currently fuelling me, it could possibly be the recent frustrations.

  
  

  This has been a tough week at the office. The customers that I have been handling are atrocious, especially the faggot who kept whining about how he was in a hurry and how he was made to wait like an idiot. He acts like one, so what is wrong with waiting like an idiot? Also, we had to wait for the officer at the head office to grant approval anyway. Nothing we could have done about it, especially when we could not reach the officer by phone. An impatient hothead comes a close second, blowing up when he produced the wrong signature, sheesh. If I was not paid well and had wonderful superiors, I might have told them to fuck themselves and quit, especially the pansy (I wonder how what he sticks up his ass).

  
  

  Whatever, next month will be better, surely.

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