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It's 6:15am and you hear Arctic Monkeys crooning to wake me up.
Hit the snooze buttons for 8 more minutes and continue the dream journey.

6:23am. Alex Turner starts waking me up again and i get fed-up, swing both legs over the bed, get up - eyes closed - headed to the bathroom for that cold morning shower.

6:50am Dressed and ready for breakfast. Random menu for every morning, grab and go lunch, clip up my hair, fit my headset, pack my back.

7:20am Kisses mummy and leaves the house.

7:30am Zombified, board the train and continue sleeping like nobody's watchin.

8:15am Reaches Harbor Front MRT station, looks out for Joey and heads to the big bus stop for the shuttle. Meets the guy in black who smokes in front of PH, admires the Blue Scrammie and overcome the muddy pavement to get to the bus stop.

8:25pm Boards the shuttle that plays Chinese Christmas Songs and gawk at that gorgeous man with no ring on his finger.

8:32am Alights, changes pass and heads to the cafeteria to grab Joey's b'fast, smile to Darryl and overcome the "hell gate". Enters lift, 21st story and presses the door closing button for over 10 times and it still wont budge. So you camp in the open lift, while people pour in and after a long while, the door closes.

9:00am Fits the headset, Starts work and dread the slow moving time.

12:00pm Joanna looks at me and screams "JIA YOU!" and truts off to lunch.

1:00pm Half-dead, cold and hungry, Juliana stands up, smile and says "happy working".

2:00pm FINALLY. Hit the aux mode and grabs JOEY to go for lunch.

3:00pm Back to work, sleepy and lazy. Strings of incoming funds to be checked.

5:00pm Joanna taps me and says "ONE MORE HOUR" - or rather, she screamed.

5:57pm Tension of silence as you wait and pray that no calls would come in till 6:00pm.

5:58pm The damned phone beeps and you answer the call with a stupid frown and a stupid-er grin plastered on Joanna's face cos she cant believe my bad luck to answer a LONG WINDED merchant call 2 minutes before work ends.

6:17pm Call ends, and i log off. Another day has ended. Bounced off to catch the shuttle.

Phew, what a day.
Thank god its all over.

9 weeks,served.

Officially free,
School sweet school...await my return.

i thank ALLAH,
for all i've got.

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Huda J.
11 November.
Nanyang Poly - SBM.
God's Child.
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u can walk down the typical scorpio lane with me,
but really..i am fragmentary,
a patchwork of life's most beautiful elements.

loves

*My Gallery*
*The Poet & herPendulum*
*BaBy QiE*
*Lily Nelain*
*aBg no0ch-Cham*
*darL hoOpla*
*my QueEn 0f SacaRsM*
*Eddy*
*Mas's LJ*
*Mas's Bloggy*
*Rachel LJ*
*Amanda*
*Nona Malinda*
*Wid*
*Joey*
*Nur Misuari*
*NiSa*
*AMIRAWWR*
*Shimah*

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