Once again, the train system fails.

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I had quite a vivid dream last night. Probably reflects one of my greater fears. But i'll talk about some background story first.

The girlfriend's dad has a peculiar definition of half boiled eggs going on in his mind. He thinks half boiled eggs have solid pieces in them, solid hard boiled egg pieces in them. He insists that's the way coffeeshops in singapore does them. I thought differently, but who am i to argue.

My standard of perfect half boiled eggs would be that the whites have become opaque, but still runny, with little or no clear whites to be seen. Giving a fluffy appearance.

So my dream goes like this...

I was going on about my daily routine, which involves waking up, washing up, and preparing my tea and eggs. But the eggs wouldn't come out right, time didn't affect it. No matter how long i steeped the eggs in boiling water, they always came out the same, as per uncle's weird definition of half boiled eggs.

I tried 5 mins, 3mins, and even 1 min, they all came out the same. I was devastated.

That was the bad dream. Yes, i fear not being able to do proper half boiled eggs.
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the girlf has her drivers license.. i got someone to drive me around!

Over the hils and far away.....

They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.

They marched him to the station house,
he waited for the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Where he had been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms he swears he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.

Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.

Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms he swears she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms he swears he'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.

work... feels like guard duty... the only difference? i get paid.

Rudely awakened by some metal clanging sounds, i forced myself back to sleep because it still wasn't time for me to wake up. When it was time to wake, i found someone in the kitchen packing up pots and stuff in the drawers. I was chastised for not clearing some unused stuff in the drawer. Those things had been there since we arrived in melbourne. And so i stated that as a matter of fact, he pulled his initiative bullshit on me.

"You should have the initiative to keep it somewhere"

I told him that if it wasn't mine, and i don't know where its supposed to go, it stays where it is. He didn't seem happy, and he called this gifts my sister bought us, "nonsense". Much like a disused electric convection oven he lugged home from thailand and all sorts of other infrequently used appliances.

Now, scolding me when i have just woken up is not such a good idea, insulting gifts my sister brought for me is even worse. And that conversation wasted 10mins of my life i'll now never get back, i couldn't even finish my tea and microwave some beehoon, and since i learnt nothing new, i brought away nothing from the encounter. I had to leave the house otherwise i'd miss the bus. I normally don't care because i drive to the station, but since he came, well you know the story.

Thus concludes my unpleasant account. In summary, i woke up, got lectured at by a man who wakes at 6 to pack up the kitchen, and lost time i needed for following my morning routine.

Now i have yet to receive compliments for elevating the cleanliness of his garage to that of a level NEVER SEEN BEFORE. That's, what i call initiative, not putting some utensils in a box, leaving it in the garage, and then forgetting about it.

And i have also yet to see demonstration of his so called initiative. I paid for his dinner, i don't see my money back. WHERE'S THE FUCKING INITIATIVE!

If this kind of shit happens twice a week, i will snap by the 5th week, or before. I'm glad i'm finally employed, out of sight, out of mind.

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