These few days I feel a little out of sync with my daily life. It’s as if a screw has gotten loose from the kind of daily routine I’ve been leading for the past month. I’ve been trying to find that screw, but didn’t manage until today and found that I can’t fix it. Like a fool staying up all night to find out where had the sun gone, it dawned on me that this week is the one-week school vacation.
Ahhh!. My mouth was open so big in realization that I could have taken over the lion’s job at the circus. But I’ve no desire to taste the head of the ringmaster, so the lion don’t have to queue up at the unemployment office yet. No wonder my brothers are at home for the past 3 days during the day. Luckily, I’m no longer studying in university. Otherwise, I’ll be so envious that while I’m slogging and freezing my ass off like an Eskimo in the library, they’re at home surfing por…erm…educational websites.
Nowadays, they’re the ones who’re green-eyed, since I’m on an involuntary extended holiday. Like I always tell them, it’s not easy to be in my position. One has to really work hard in life as I’ve done, such that all employers in Singapore are so impressed that they give me an extended holiday simultaneously without me asking. Who says bosses in Singapore are slave drivers?
Now, even though I’m on an extended holiday, my brothers’ vacation doesn’t bode well for me. It only means one thing: increase expenditure on my part. For someone who’s income is flowing not like Niagara Falls, but like a tap PUB cut off supply to, this is obviously a major predicament. It’s slightly too late to rectify the problem. However since today, I secretly hope that they’ll have some activities in school so I don’t have to play maid to buy and pay for lunch. Their staying at home also indicates the end of my territorial sovereignty over the entire flat during the day. Sharing is not exactly a big virtue of mine, so daily I’ve to mark the boundaries of my territories like a dog. As in the mentality of marking territories of a dog, not the physical act of marking territories.
If you’re wondering why I only become conscious today that this week is school vacation, that’s because my brothers don’t make nuisances of themselves. They don’t scream, blast music out loud or behave like madmen. Neither do they act like Marilyn Manson. In fact, they’re well behaved like monks. The only disturbance from them is their snoring that lasted till lunchtime. Well, only 4 more days till school reopens. Guess the only way is to bear with it.