To be missed or not, they’re definitely a chapter of my story

Morning rituals all done by 7.10.

Catch 179, get my lunch, wait for the office bus.

Compete against those kiasu-and-creepy-looking guy over an exclusive seat in front row.

Fall asleep, drop at Jurong Island checkpoint, fall asleep.

Small talks, yada-yada, get some caffeine while patiently waiting for my damn sluggish laptop to turn on.

Wait for another 30 minutes just to start my Outlook, Firefox, and IE while crossing my finger so that it won’t go blank right in the middle of the process.

Check the emails (office, NTU and personal)

The regular blogwalking.

Report to my supes (anxiously praying that today’s activities will have nothing to do with anything related to steam, sun, or boots).

Labour.

Friendster.

Labour.

Emails.

Lunch.

An hour of nap. After lunch. At the place place you least expected.

Get back to work, after completing my mid-day prayer.

Bored.

Blog. Biscuits. Another caffeine supply.

Youtube session.

An hour left. Time for some Solitaire.

Ready to leave. Switch on my iPod. Turn up the volume until it’s loud enough to overshadow Mr. Driver’s favorite songs: collection of Malay ballads from the 60s.

Early dinner in Banquet concluded with my favorite drink: a glass of red tea with a teaspoonful of grape syrup from Sweeties.

Free ride to my dorm. One step closer to that sweet warm cozy bed of mine.

6.30 pm. Shower.

Evening menus: Desperate Housewives (Mon), Heroes (Tue), random movies (Wed-Thu), Amazing Race, Survivor, Smallville (Fri-Sun).

Bedtime.