Chapter 17: Awake

Seven in the morning. A usual timing for most working Singaporeans to dry themselves up after getting out of their bathroom and to put on their corporate clothes which were carefully ironed the night before. The sun would start rising by now, yellowing the whole entire room and eventually, slightly opening my sleepy little eyes. Waking up is usually a long difficult struggle for most people, especially when they slept late at night, having sexual intercourse or just watching Manchester United playing against Liverpool. I sat up sluggishly, trying very hard to widen my eyes, not wanting to talk (to anyone, even myself) if I could. I took a very deep breath before releasing a loud sigh while scratching the back of my head. The kind of sigh that you would make after realizing that you are going to be in deep trouble. Infact, the prospect of the days recently were trouble.

I have been looking for a decent job for the past 2 months and until now, no manager had tried calling me up after the back to back interviews I have nervously went through. I have always been told that finding a job is never easy but I have never known that it was exhausting and saddening (if you didn't get the job). Most of the time, it made me realise how gloomy my life is. Which was why I prefer not to wake up in the morning. Then I just remembered. It was a Saturday. A day where you can you find young ladies in tights, jogging on tracks. A day where you can find a half naked young man playing soccer on a open field with other half naked young men. A day where you can find me, slumping sideways, back onto my pillow and closing my eyes peacefully. Sleeping is good. It helps to put your worries aside and with a little bit of luck, you would tend to forget about the worries after you woke up.

That is how you get the phrase, "Wake up to a brand new day." Which I would be doing in a few hours time.