Nocturnal
Prelude
In the morning, monotone is like any other regular guy. But at night he prowls the streets looking for answers without knowing the questions and ask questions that has no answers. In the serenity of the night, all senses are heighten. Emotions rises to the peak, which then falls drastically, draining him unconcious.
Monotone couldn't sleep in the morning, usually wakes up at 08 30. Tossed around in bed for 2 hrs feeling like shit. At night it's worse. He needs to find peace to sleep.
Mon : Runaway
Reached home at 00 30, i decided to go jogging, hopin that it will tired me out enough. Put on my mp3 player. Went for a jog around the area, emiem rapping mockingbird to my ears. The night is cool and calming, I could only felt my heartbeat and nothing else. Reaching the end I sprint all the way, letting it all out.
Reach home at 01 00, feeling shag and satisfied. Bath and went to bed.
Couldn't sleep. I seems to be more awake after the run. Came up and played Ps 2 at 01 45. Help adol save the world till 03 15. Force myself back to bed again. Couldn't sleep. Am too excited after playing the game. Lie in bed and thought about stuff about religion, meaning of life, my future, my.......
Woke up at 08 30, forgotten wat the fuck I've thought about.
(Intelligence peaks at 03 30 )
Tues : This is not a counter
Left office at 02 30. Wander around the area a bit, refusing to go home. Decided to take a walk to Mustafa, the 24 hr one stop shopping paradise. Reach Mustafa at around 03 00. Shop around a bit and something caught my eye.
This indian cashier sits behind a counter with a cash registry on top. And on the table top was a hand written sign "This is not a counter". I'm thinking what the fuck? This guy must be slacking. Wanted to go up to him and say " er.... This is not a counter, so are you not a cashier?"
As I was walking towards him to deliver my punchline, I suddenly realised that i do not have enough balls to make fun of an indian in his territory. Left Mustafa at 0345 with my tail between my legs.
Woke up at 0830, wash my face with the facial foam bought from Mustafa.
( Cowardness peaks at 0340 )
Wed : Shit
Left office at 03 15 with work still uncomplete. Walked passed Golden mile complex, saw lao uncles going out suppering with KTV china girls. Suddenly saw my future in them. Walk all the way home. And guess what? Loads of taxis flooding down serangoon road, bringing happy clubbers home.
I feel like shit.
Refuses to cross the road, I stood there, watching each and everyone of their fucking faces sitting the their little cab, happily going home to sleep. Green Man, Red man, Green Man, Red man...... I went home.
Lying in my bed, still stress out from work, I feel like shit. Why can't I complete my work? Why is there so much to do? Why did i choose this line? Why? I wanna die.... I wanna cry.... I wanna quit.
STOP WHINING BITCH. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO SLEEP. THERE IS MORE TO DO TOMMORROW.
Woke up at 08 30, Looking forward to complete my job today.
(Pride peaks at 03 45)
Thurs : Deja vu
Finally complete my work. Left office at 02 20... happy that I have finished my work. Took a slow walk home enjoying the scenery. Reached home at 02 40. Forgot to bring my keys.
Damn.
Walk down to the nearest 7-11 bought a long island, sit by the road and drink, feeling a little stupid . Walked back to office. Reached office at 03 15, all shag out.
Took my keys and walk home again. Its like Deja vu but not, because it really did happened.
Since it happens twice but no one saw it, does it means that it never happen before? Did I really walk twice or was I caught in a time laspe? I dun know, I dun care, I need to sleep.
Woke up at 08 30, dun feel like walking today.
(Confusion peaks at 0340)
Fri : Rest In Peace
Went home at 23 00, proceed to blog immeadiatly. Finally finish my job for the month. 0010, muscle bear appears on my sweet nightingale. Chatted with her for a while.... ok, not a while, she completely distracted my blogging. Was blinded by her blog for a split second. Then a drunk ni3telrooy join in the chat room, turning it into a threesome, international, interracial chat. I need to sleep. But it drags on to 01 30. Couldn't take it anymore. Sign off MSN . Went to sleep.
Woke up at 08 30 , Don't need to work today.
(Communication peaks at 01 00)
Epilogue
If you see someone wander the streets of beach road to little india past midnight, its probably monotone. Have a heart, go up to him, tell him to go home and sleep. He deserves the rest.
This entry is planned on Tues but written on Sat. Is this blog a summery of monotone's life? Or is it a script where he lives his life to? You be the judge.
In the morning, monotone is like any other regular guy. But at night he prowls the streets looking for answers without knowing the questions and ask questions that has no answers. In the serenity of the night, all senses are heighten. Emotions rises to the peak, which then falls drastically, draining him unconcious.
Monotone couldn't sleep in the morning, usually wakes up at 08 30. Tossed around in bed for 2 hrs feeling like shit. At night it's worse. He needs to find peace to sleep.
Mon : Runaway
Reached home at 00 30, i decided to go jogging, hopin that it will tired me out enough. Put on my mp3 player. Went for a jog around the area, emiem rapping mockingbird to my ears. The night is cool and calming, I could only felt my heartbeat and nothing else. Reaching the end I sprint all the way, letting it all out.
Reach home at 01 00, feeling shag and satisfied. Bath and went to bed.
Couldn't sleep. I seems to be more awake after the run. Came up and played Ps 2 at 01 45. Help adol save the world till 03 15. Force myself back to bed again. Couldn't sleep. Am too excited after playing the game. Lie in bed and thought about stuff about religion, meaning of life, my future, my.......
Woke up at 08 30, forgotten wat the fuck I've thought about.
(Intelligence peaks at 03 30 )
Tues : This is not a counter
Left office at 02 30. Wander around the area a bit, refusing to go home. Decided to take a walk to Mustafa, the 24 hr one stop shopping paradise. Reach Mustafa at around 03 00. Shop around a bit and something caught my eye.
This indian cashier sits behind a counter with a cash registry on top. And on the table top was a hand written sign "This is not a counter". I'm thinking what the fuck? This guy must be slacking. Wanted to go up to him and say " er.... This is not a counter, so are you not a cashier?"
As I was walking towards him to deliver my punchline, I suddenly realised that i do not have enough balls to make fun of an indian in his territory. Left Mustafa at 0345 with my tail between my legs.
Woke up at 0830, wash my face with the facial foam bought from Mustafa.
( Cowardness peaks at 0340 )
Wed : Shit
Left office at 03 15 with work still uncomplete. Walked passed Golden mile complex, saw lao uncles going out suppering with KTV china girls. Suddenly saw my future in them. Walk all the way home. And guess what? Loads of taxis flooding down serangoon road, bringing happy clubbers home.
I feel like shit.
Refuses to cross the road, I stood there, watching each and everyone of their fucking faces sitting the their little cab, happily going home to sleep. Green Man, Red man, Green Man, Red man...... I went home.
Lying in my bed, still stress out from work, I feel like shit. Why can't I complete my work? Why is there so much to do? Why did i choose this line? Why? I wanna die.... I wanna cry.... I wanna quit.
STOP WHINING BITCH. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO SLEEP. THERE IS MORE TO DO TOMMORROW.
Woke up at 08 30, Looking forward to complete my job today.
(Pride peaks at 03 45)
Thurs : Deja vu
Finally complete my work. Left office at 02 20... happy that I have finished my work. Took a slow walk home enjoying the scenery. Reached home at 02 40. Forgot to bring my keys.
Damn.
Walk down to the nearest 7-11 bought a long island, sit by the road and drink, feeling a little stupid . Walked back to office. Reached office at 03 15, all shag out.
Took my keys and walk home again. Its like Deja vu but not, because it really did happened.
Since it happens twice but no one saw it, does it means that it never happen before? Did I really walk twice or was I caught in a time laspe? I dun know, I dun care, I need to sleep.
Woke up at 08 30, dun feel like walking today.
(Confusion peaks at 0340)
Fri : Rest In Peace
Went home at 23 00, proceed to blog immeadiatly. Finally finish my job for the month. 0010, muscle bear appears on my sweet nightingale. Chatted with her for a while.... ok, not a while, she completely distracted my blogging. Was blinded by her blog for a split second. Then a drunk ni3telrooy join in the chat room, turning it into a threesome, international, interracial chat. I need to sleep. But it drags on to 01 30. Couldn't take it anymore. Sign off MSN . Went to sleep.
Woke up at 08 30 , Don't need to work today.
(Communication peaks at 01 00)
Epilogue
If you see someone wander the streets of beach road to little india past midnight, its probably monotone. Have a heart, go up to him, tell him to go home and sleep. He deserves the rest.
This entry is planned on Tues but written on Sat. Is this blog a summery of monotone's life? Or is it a script where he lives his life to? You be the judge.
posted by monotone at 8:52 AM
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