The Budget was generous to say the least. A quick count shows that I will probably be getting quite a fair share of the economic surplus hand-out. I just hope that this is as real as it gets and there will be no "leak" somewhere else in the economic loop.
I am actually no better now than our foreign guest workers. I mean I am bedding on an old mattress, hanging up my clothes silhouetted against the glass louvres and eating out of a beggar's bowl. The place is spacey for sure and it has two decks. It is also peaceful and quiet, up until the landlord decides to play his karaoke music.
I am still waiting for the wardrobe as promised though this has been a fortnight already. All my barang barang are still upacked in cartons and travel bags. My bedroom is not under lock and key too. In fact the whole front gate to the house is missing.
This place is at least a generation old in its original condition. It has lots of good potential for renewal and upgrading of course. It is quite clean. However I do not step into the kitchen as this is messy and chaotic where I can hardly put down a bowl or jug on a proper and uncluttered structure.
Transport takes me to most places I frequent but there are far flung places like the airport in the east or the eastern side in general that need me switching buses and spending more than a hour and a half travelling. All this is time and money. The bus-stations along the way too may see different buses plying its routes. I mean all it takes is one side-road where a bus turns in from onto the main road and voila, you have a new bus service at this station but not the previous one before the turn.
Kudos to the online solution provided by our bus company in scenarios where I have to know where and what services I have to switch to so as to reach my destination when a single bus service cannot do the job.
The holding address where my mail is routed has office hours of between 9am-12pm and then 2.30pm -4.30pm, a total of five hours in a day. I can miss a boat by a mere 5-10 minutes delay if I don't hurry or stride along as fast. Therefore I am training up my stamina and leg power by running in the woods.
But running on gravel and rocks do see me spraining my foot here and there when I step on an uneven keel. I am picking up speed and momentum though. My left foot isn't what it used to be and I am not sure if this has something to do with the unequal size or length or some previous injury or my feet condition.
As I am without information either online or in printed form, I have to travel out to get this information for my financial investment needs. It is frustrating to wait in line especially since time is a factor in making or losing money. The delay caused by the people at the brokerage had seen to this. I mean I travelled out to this place no less than three times.
Noise, happenings and disruptions in the surrounds can make you irritable or make you make mistakes when you need to key in an order entry. This is unlike my own private space at home where I can make cool, calculated and thinking decisions. It is the nature of the work I guess which strictly needs a quiet environment.
This also takes up my full-time attention and energy, commuting, reading and analysing. I am still trying for a part-time teaching job and more scanning through the classifieds (not the recruitment pages) and then emailing out my resumes. The computers can be down, or I can't log in or they are being occupied by gamers or users.
The public ones have blurred screens sometimes and headphones have one side working only. The strangest thing is, with guys around you gaming, they don't care two hoots about what you are doing or surfing. This is one swell thing about guys when compared to girls. They mind their own business when rightly so.
It is also frustrating as I mentioned earlier that I can't access a local gay dating site deemed sexed up at public libraries while with a gay porn site I could. Which leads me to why "BrokeBack Mountain" is rated R21 when it has no full frontal nudity of the guys while Mrs Henderson can score a M18 with her clothes off. What a shitass logic!
My morning sojourns of runs in the woods happen at the crack of dawn. The gravel-laid trail is surprisingly reflective and serves as a beacon of light in the dark. Even the monitor lizard is reflective. The one trail that makes it easier to cut into the reserve from my street is really a blessing. Another unfortunately is fenced up although I could see the street sign of my residence in the distance but I can't make a beeline for it.
More observations in the coming days, if I am not too busy or if I find blogging at LAN-shops or public libraries too expensive.
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