Happy points for me today: Free lunch at Delicious. Free food is always good. Then BFF Chris sms me to say that she can watch Transformers with me after all! Am in Geek and best friend heaven. Bought cinema tickets. Tickets are surprisingly almost sold out for tomorrow’s shows.
Not-so-great stuff: Laptop charger/wire finally kaput-ed. Refused to charge. Laptop dying of energy starvation.
Great thing: Managed to rescue my work before laptop completely flatlined.
Not-so-great: Asked Toshiba supplier for a new laptop charger. Not only is it RM150, it will take 3 months for stock to arrive. WTF!
Luckily: I got one from eBay for RM80. Now, will it arrive, like, this week? Will it arrive at all??
Nasty thing that happened to me today: Security van forced his way into my lane. Which forced me into the next lane. Unfortunately, the guy on the next lane refused to give way. So you can imagine, I nearly banged the other car. (What is it with Malaysians and their kiasu-ness on the road? Look, I’m not coming into your lane on purpose, ok?? Just let me pass so I won’t get into a bloody accident with you.) Honked security van like mad. He honked back, annoyed that I dare protest.
Even nastier: Later I was forced to come into his lane because road suddenly ended in a road island. (Not fammiliar with the area, and Malaysian can be so bloody haphazard and disorganised.) Guy then decided to RUN ME OFF THE ROAD by edging me closer to the road rails. I would’ve ended up flying off the flyover if I had not wiggled away.
Serves him right: Called his company - number was conveniently at the back - and told the guy on the phone the bloody van’s number, and that if he didn’t do anything I would write a stern letter to the newspapers.
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And that was my day.
And yet in the midst of all this nonsense, I was thinking, “Lord, are you there? Are you real? What do I need to do with my life? Am I on the right track?”
I feel that in all my business, God gets the short stick. I feel bad, and I wonder if I’m dissapointing him somehow, and if that “distance” I feel with God is real or imagined, or purely my fault because I’ve not been pure enough, virginal enough or whatever.
And I start thinking that I really need something to spiritually anchor myself - like I used to in the mornings in Perth, where I’d get up, greet the sun,
and write my letter to God while listening to the Aussie crows complain.
Life is just so hectic now. Sometimes I wish things will slow the heck down.
