The cable cars dangle like Christmas lights in the far distance. The momentum at which it is moving is so unlike the rapid lifestyle of Singaporeans, which move at a pace faster than a bullet train in Japan. It is taking its time, revelling in the backdrop of the hills, mountains and seas. It doesn't matter how amazing all these greenery shrubs surrounding it is, for it jolly well knows that it is the centre of the attraction.
It is the day that every working individual in the Lion City dreads. Four more days to the weekend seem like such an agonizing wait. The money-making factories continue at their work, making more money, that is. It never ends, everyday is a monotony, they wake up at the same time, go to work at the same place, they drink the same coffee every morning to electrify their spirits awake, they sit at the same familiar desk, type on the same familiar keyboard, talk to the same people, ignore the rest that they see everyday but have not a clue what their name is because it's none of their business (like the auntie that cleans the toilet and clears their wastepaper basket every morning), they go to lunch at the same hour (sometimes, it's a different place. sometimes, it's at the cafeteria downstairs, sometimes it's at the opposite building, but mostly, it is the same, at the hawker centre located at the industrial building a stone's throw away) they leave work at the same time (sometimes, they groan at having to work OT), and then it is finally time to go home, they cheer. The next day, they repeat the whole dreary ordeal all over again.
She goes to work everyday, feeling like she is stepping into prison again. Monday to Friday. Monday to Friday. The only change is the date and day of the month. Her routine repeats itself, yawning and casting a disparaging eye at the boredom of its owner's life. She wakes up at 7 every morning, go to work at the same MNC, she sits at the same desk at the corner, type on the same (no longer) abandoned keyboard, struggles to keep herself awake from her graveyard internet surfing hours the night before, (or more exact, this morning) talk to the same colleagues, ignores the auntie who cleans the toilet and pretty much everyone else, go to lunch at one (it's always at the hawker centre located at the industrial building a stone's throw away), and then it is finally time for her to go home at 6, she cheers.
The only difference between yesterday and today is that she had Wintergourd drink the day before, and Barley water this afternoon.
p.s./ this article is as boring as my life currently. so if you think this article is shitty and meaningless, you can simply apply the same understanding to my life.
Eyelids heavier than a thousand-pound elephant...check.
Boredom more lethal than heroin...check.
Depression sinking in faster than Titanic after hitting an ice-berg...check.
An entry to enunciate my level of bo-liao-ness...check.
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