Today has gotta be a desk-bound day… Mid-week Wednesday supposed to be exciting as half a race is completed. I decided to stay in the office after lunch tdy. Not gonna do anything in the lab so that I can be sitting right in front of the comp. Not that I enjoy it, but I wanna avoid the lab and standing for the day. I kept yawning non-stop.
I drove myself to work tdy. Hus was very tired, that the lights and sounds I made during preparation for work left him undisturbed. How can I bear to wake him from the deep slumber? He has overworked to pamper his wife and I have a vehicle right under my flat which I can drive to work… So I did the loving thing, I drove myself to work…
AYE is a busy route to work but it’s pretty fast, 15-20mins on a very congested road. Everything went well, except there was a truck of men ogling at me. Maybe it’s me in the van, the vehicle dun look right for a young-looking girl, and definitely the P-plate.
I got to the office with a bang. *literally* I banged into a low wall at the carpark. Cos the parking lot is on a slope and my vehicle is long … I can’t explain it better in words. But there wasn't an apparent damage. *phew* My colleagues were surprised and commented “small lady, big car”. I guess the same reason why pple looked at me on the roads.
DRIVING
I’ve been driving for less than a month. I'm still a little scared in jams on expressways, cos I was honked at on Monday by an irritable bus-driver. I think I wasn’t at fault. I need to exit, he left some allowance in front of him, I took his lane for less than 2 secs and exited. But his honking was a deliberate 5 secs or more…
Although I now used less time to travel from one place to another; and a lot more convenient, I’m spending more time traveling. Ferry people here and there, parking and getting lost. I now yearn to go out more, further and later. Hence I’ve got less time at home, and many times I get home later than Hus. Irony.
I drove myself to work tdy. Hus was very tired, that the lights and sounds I made during preparation for work left him undisturbed. How can I bear to wake him from the deep slumber? He has overworked to pamper his wife and I have a vehicle right under my flat which I can drive to work… So I did the loving thing, I drove myself to work…
AYE is a busy route to work but it’s pretty fast, 15-20mins on a very congested road. Everything went well, except there was a truck of men ogling at me. Maybe it’s me in the van, the vehicle dun look right for a young-looking girl, and definitely the P-plate.
I got to the office with a bang. *literally* I banged into a low wall at the carpark. Cos the parking lot is on a slope and my vehicle is long … I can’t explain it better in words. But there wasn't an apparent damage. *phew* My colleagues were surprised and commented “small lady, big car”. I guess the same reason why pple looked at me on the roads.
DRIVING
I’ve been driving for less than a month. I'm still a little scared in jams on expressways, cos I was honked at on Monday by an irritable bus-driver. I think I wasn’t at fault. I need to exit, he left some allowance in front of him, I took his lane for less than 2 secs and exited. But his honking was a deliberate 5 secs or more…
Although I now used less time to travel from one place to another; and a lot more convenient, I’m spending more time traveling. Ferry people here and there, parking and getting lost. I now yearn to go out more, further and later. Hence I’ve got less time at home, and many times I get home later than Hus. Irony.
Family
Dad and Mum are still in the midst of a cold war. She has been missing family dinners and coming home late. Sista thinks she just couldn’t care-less, so we shouldn’t be affected too. While Dad is still very affected, he asked abt her from each of us, but when we talked abt it amongst us, We realized how frequent that is.My mum is rather foul-tempered while my dad isn’t good with words. They are both insecure yet refuse to be assuring. Either their combi is bad or they’ve gradually become more like each other hence it’s still BAD.
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