My brother found a job. That all seems well and good, except that i now have lesser bathroom time in the morning. Not that i take a long time. Brush teeth, wash face plus a shave, only takes me around five minutes. Its my brother who's taking a long time. I'll give you a run-down of what happens every weekday morning.

0530: mum's alarm clock goes off, i drag myself out of bed to go wake her up, so she could turn off the alarm clock, so i could go back to sleep.
0600: My alarm clock rings. Hit the snooze button and continued to sleep.
0610: My alarm clock rings again. By now, my brother is in the bathroom already. So i decided to wait for the third snooze and continued to sleep.
0625: My alarm clock rings, and my brother is still in the bathroom! I did a loud wake up dragging my head (u noe, like a zombie) on the floor and stuff. Only then did he pass up the bathroom.

Yeah i know, many of you would say i need the sleep. But i prefer to wake on the second snooze.

Anyway, when i made it to the lift, there was this auntie (oh wait, while we must respect age, we must also respect youth)... this sister and her son and another young boy who, from his uniform, appears to be in the same school as the sister's son. This boy was lugging a case containing what i assume to be a musical instrument.

Our sister asked the boy, "Did you know how to play this when you were in sec one? Oh ya hor... You knew how to play the piano." Our sister was obviously thinking whether it was difficult for his son to pick up music (instrument) without the background. Hmm... that confirms my suspicion that the case did not contain a piano. Anyway, this piece of conversation is important as evidence to show that our sister in fact knew the boy.

So when the lift has dropped a hundred meters, we went our separate ways, the boy with me to the bus stop, and sister and her son to the carpark. This seems like a very normal turn of events except that the boys were from the same school. Couldn't our dear sister offer to 'tom bang' (free ride of convenience) the boy? Its not like they didn't know each other.

The bus came before more events could transpire. I wonder why they call a bus "bus", when it actually is a mobile refrigerator. Anyway, while in the bus, there was this 'piak piak' sound. I've heard the sound before on this same bus, but couldn't figure where the sound is coming from. But today, i looked up at the roof of the bus and saw sparks leaping around what i assume to be wires.

Yeah, buses might have spark plugs to fire up the combustion, but i didn't think we needed combustion on the roof of the bus! Should i call it roof? Or maybe i should call it ceiling, anyway, i hope you get what i mean, i couldn't possibly from my seat, look at the side of the top of the bus that faces the sun.