It's been a great week. Great on all aspects. Work, colleagues, a fantastic boss who's also a great person (do these exist? apparently yes!), good company, I drove around safely, I got my to-buy list (3 pairs of men tracks shoes! and tons of baby clothes). Funnily enough I didn't enjoy shopping at all my favourite shops this time around. But oh well, save $ :) I love driving around in the evenings though, very chill, mountains on 1 side and the coast on the other. Sigh.
And as I left work, boss said something to the effect of me coming to Irvine once a quarter. Sigh.
On my last evening here, I had no mood to shop. I dropped by a bike store - drooled at the new Treks, browsed their clothes (not much selection), then picked up a pizza and came home via a short detour to top up my petrol tank. Yeah, was back in the hotel room by 7:30pm. Would've been earlier except I couldn't figure out how to open the fuel tank flap thingy. I searched for 10 minutes, went to the pump operator to seek help and he walked out - poked the tank flap thingy and it sprang open. *slap forehead* Then I couldn't get my credit card accepted (apparently US credit cards are linked to a zip code) *slap forehead more*. The gas pump operator's son helped me refill.
The rest of the week was really smooth. My blood pressure stayed low. I slugged out of the gym even though I had my running shoes and gym clothes packed.
One last slug night and then it's back to normalcy.
Now that I had a week's space, I finally can put my finger on what's the problem with Singapore. It's not the warm weather that drives people nuts. It's the sense of claustrophobia you get from everyone & everything around you, in your face, seeking/demanding/asking for attention.
No comments:
Post a Comment