Heavy duty day today, in every sense. Should've guessed as much when I overslept my alarm and missed the connecting bus 91 at Holland Drive. And the idea definitely germinated when the next 91 which I got on broke down hardly one bus stop later before buona vista mrt. Walked one stop and took the 95, which nearly didn't couldn't get off cos the NUH folks wouldn't let me through. Got in the office and there were the usual deluge of post-weekend emails. My 1-week turnaround was becoming 2-weeks.

My boss calling me lovingly into his office. Ad hoc arrow time. Definitely 2-weeks. Then I get reminded by my secretary about the meetings galore scheduled this week. 3-week lag on replying emails it would seem. Heh.

Heavy duty reading in the office and on the net leave me feeling like the tennis ball that Nadal's pummelled into the practice wall once too often. Raphael, the No.3 in my dept (whom I am truly grateful for having ard cos the office doubly bearable cos of his presence. I really love this bro.), tells me he's heading to sign docs with his wife for the house at lunch so I quickly make plans with Funky T which thankfully works out.

Sharing about our trying personal lives over chicken pasta at Breko in Holland Village was the respite I need before plunging into the sardine packed afternoon meeting schedule. I finally take a breath at 6pm and slouch into my chair.

Time to get to Some work.. I drop off two contracts then call it a day to meet my mum at that No. 1 haunt(now that I'm at buona vista). But not before missing another bus, this time the A*STAR shuttle. She gets her banana split, I get my salad and swenson gets twenty bucks richer. We grab some groceries then head back, she's a happy chatty mood which was good cos it masked my general malaise.

Get home and find out I had dropped my cash card. Perfecto.

Monday is a hard way to spend one-seventh of your life.

Hope your day was infinitely betta.
Aight.
Night.