My patience run out these days at work, at home and even with friends.
Work is purely no fun. Last Friday we played coolies, carrying cartons that weigh a ton up 3 storeys... without lifts. I applaud ants, really. So therefore, I am still aching everywhere. And you can't say it's because I don't exercise enough. I have aches because my employer is inhuman.
Grandma is a worry. Her attitude is a worry and so is her salvation. She is the red sea I'm waiting for God to part, the Goliath I'm waiting for God to help defeat. That time when she suffered, it seemed like she learnt kindness. But it wasn't so. The truth she knew seem to be fading behind the clouds.
Yay tomorrow is Labour Day. No work. Gahaha.
