Still tired
Ugh. What a horrible afternoon it has been. I was tired, had a headache, felt feverish, couldn’t keep my eyes open. Left work at 6pm. The car was hot from being under the sun the whole day. My throat’s itchy, so everytime I direct the aircon towards my face, I’d sneeze. Push the aircon away, I felt like I was baking. The sun was still up and getting into my eyes. Everyone was driving too slowly, it just took so long to get home.
Took a shower but I still don’t feel better. I think I’m just going to go lie down and watch telly till I fall asleep.
But first, another rant. I so totally hate the area my office is in. The people there just gives me the creeps…errr…I mean the people in that area, not my office. It’s the way the men look at you, in that sleazy way. And they’re all dirty and greasy looking. Just makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. And while I was walking to lunch today, some guys in a Kancil rolled down their window and shouted something to me…though I couldn’t decipher what they said, it definitely did not sound like they were asking for directions.
And there are so many buses, with the fumes and the honking and the road hogs, and the motorcyclists and the taxis. And and and…one evening, I was driving out from the open car park (which charges an exorbitant amount every day!), and because of the jam on the main road, I was stuck at the exit of the car park. And this guy, he just walks up to my car, knocks on the window while motioning me to wind it down (think I was born yesterday izzit???) while speaking to me in Chinese…either Mandarin or Cantonese. And he kept on asking me to either wind the window down or let him into the car! Luckily, I managed to turn onto the main road, but I was so freaked out that he would follow my car that I kept checking the rear view mirror. *shivers*
But it’s the people, the people!! I know I’m probably stereotyping…ok, I am…but…eww. ML told me that when he was schooling (yes, he’s young, I’m old), some guy threatened him with a knife! A KNIFE! And he’d witnessed a robbery before where this woman got bashed with a helmet(?) till her skull cracked (ML, you better not be making all this up just to scare me!!!). Hubby refuses to let me walk alone…he says I might just get kidnapped anytime, even in broad daylight. And in this country, sad to say that that’s a possibility.
So, Jacjac, I now agree with you…stay right where you are. Even though lunch costs more, and the shops at KLCC lure you to shop, at least you’re SAFE. And parking just costs RM126 per month as opposed to RM21 per day. Someone remarked to me once when they found out how much I was paying for parking each day: People work to eat. You work to pay parking. Well, compared to taking the LRT or parking in some dark, covered, super-unsafe car park where I might get robbed, kidnapped, raped, killed in that order (touchwood la)…I think RM21 is well worth the convenience of the car park being right next to my work place, close enough to the building security guards, right out in the open, and the sight of two friendly Indian parking jagas who smile happily at me everytime I hand over the money.
Damn, I hate this part of KL.
Nites, people.
I really miss going on treasure hunts though…I remember the first two hunts we went on when we were in Citi…J would bunk over the night before, and we’ll be busy buying food and preparing sandwiches. We’ll be all panda-eyed the next day, but it was so fun! I miss the atmosphere of being at the meeting point with all the other cars, sticking the car stickers, wondering what questions we’ll be getting, what treasure we have to buy. I miss trying to decipher the clues, and the after-effects of the hunt where we’ll still be looking at shop signage even a few days after the hunt. *pout* Hopefully, my company will have it’s own treasure hunt…or hubby’s company will include us poor spouses the next time round!