There are certain days in your life where nothing goes right. Sometimes you feel like you're but a pawn in a great scheme of things. All the world's a stage, and we're but its actors. It's like the Truman Show, only that it's a game you can't win. It's called Man vs. Old Man.
Old Man is a term I use for that person up there whom I conveniently believe exists when shit happens, and conveniently forget when all is good. I also use it for Harry Lee, because in Singapore, the two of them are the same person.
Today I woke up, and realised my room was unusually cold. As spring is here, it has become too warm to leave the windows closed at night, since my heater can't be turned off, which makes me glad I'm not here in summer. Heater knobs are not supposed to make full 360 degree rotations. Mine can do that, or 720 if you like. You can even pluck it off and roll it on the floor.
It so turns out that today my heater decided it was French, and went on strike. I'd gone to sleep all snug and warm the night before with the windows wide open, and woke up feeling like I'd been shipped to Siberia. Even the area under the duvet was cold.
I couldn't get out of bed, because it was so cold. I just didn't want to. Then my flatmate started vaccuming his room. I've never seen anyone in my flat use the vaccum before. My flatmates are like the last people on Planet Earth who would clean their rooms. It just had to be today, that they suddenly developed a liking for cleanliness. If this was Singapore, I would buy 4D, because I am so damn sure I would strike. Stuff like this, it simply just doesn't happen.
Crawling out of bed grudgingly, I started my lappie and tried to contact my family in Singapore. I just had to talk to somebody. I saw them online, but I couldn't talk to them. I just kept getting the error message "The message could not be delivered to all recipients". I tried talking to other people to see if it was a problem with my connection. It was fine. Then I tried talking to my family again. "The message could not be delivered to all recipients." Yeah, I get the message alright. Shaddup.
I decided to get out of my cold room, so I took a walk out to the shopping centre nearby to get a bite of fast food. I just wanted some comfort food. I ordered the most expensive and best burger they had, and I even upsized it because I wanted to eat something decent so I'd feel better.
The burger actually came without a patty. Can you believe it. I know the slogan for Burger King is "Have it your way", but I wanted the patty. Who doesn't?
I only realised it about halfway into the burger when I was like "why doesn't this burger feel like a burger?" I opened it, and saw two tomatoes, lettuce, and bacon strips, and sauce. I was in such disbelief that I actually used a fry to prod around the sauce to see whether there was a patty in there, when it was obvious there wasn't.
At that point, I was too full to change for a new burger and finish it because I'd been indulging on the soft drink and fries, but I knew I'd be hungry if I just finished eating that "burger". It was so incredulous it was funny. Old Man, this was so well done, if I wasn't the target, I would applaud you. Really.
Perhaps today just wasn't my day. I went to the library to do some work, so it would pass more quickly. Halfway into my work, the place closed. It's a 24 hour library, but I had conveniently picked the day of the week the place closes early for maintenance without realising it.
Old Man, you must have been playing chess with Mr Murphy today.