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Hail To The Dawn
Photo by Hero and Jimmy.
It’s 8.50am, I’m sitting at my grey desk which has been neatly tidied up by the cleaning woman rendering all my items to mysteriously disappear from the memory map buried deep within my mind. The iPod is blaring unknown gems from bands like The Arcade Fire, Holopaw, Hard-Fi and Jen Trynin, all of which will probably never be hits because of the broken delivery system that is our generation’s doom. On my left is a bag of bland bland Gardenia Butter Rolls purchased from the neighbourhood Cheers located next to my MRT station. I would have gotten the Gardenia Raisin Buns but they looked a little too brown for comfort.
After missing too many days of work, it’s hard to get back in synch. There is a rhythm to every office, a dance to each job and a beat to all tasks. Once you get knocked out of the game, it’s hard to get back into the song. There is a ton of email to read and reply to. People need to update you on what’s going on. Paperwork needs to be shifted. In short, there is a ton to do.
Meanwhile I look out of my window and see the sun shining with its reflection in the sea. The glimmering of the ocean waters look like liquid diamond, and suddenly I feel glad to just be alive.
And now back to my job. The one that pays the bills. Yeah, that one.