Stressed

Yesterday started out pretty ok. I got to the gate of PJ State's Registration Office around 5:45am, befriended three young and nice Malay blokes....I shared my cream crackers and cheese with them. We were the first four to arrive.

At approx 6:30am the guard unlocked the gates and all hell broke loose. I did a 500 metre sprint with my fellow MyKad applicants to the first floor office doorway. I became no 12 in line. When doors actually opened at 7:35am, I elbowed those who cut into my queue (which is everyone) and I became no 41 in line. I actually chided this middle aged Indian woman who didn't seem to understand any of my Malay. She looked so helpless and uncivilized (she CUT my queue!!!) I felt bad after shuffling her back to where she didn't belong --- right behind me! She was suppose to be at least ten persons behind me....still, I didn't have to be the bad-ass me but I did...I could really do with more sympathy. It was an action without thinking, my fault.

It was all done by 9:30am. I walked out of the place, relieved and definitely stoned.

The rest of the day was somehow focused round the fact that I can't wobble the way Saidah wanted us to, at the M Opera workshop. I took that home and my singing practice didn't go too well, I suspect it's due to stress and lack of practice from last week.

Then my dry-cleaner did me in, finally. I needed my dresses back for my JB competition. The nice guy at the place said he would call me when they get the dresses back from their `supplier' who does the actual dry cleaning. At 8:00pm I was late for the double-bill birthday party, I called up Nice Guy and he told me he was driving to Sungai Buloh (yes you read right, it's Sungai Buloh) to collect my dresses on his own expense, because the delivery guy left my dresses in Sungai Buloh -- also where they do dry cleaning (for a shop in Kelana Jaya!).

Nice Guy said he would be back in my apartments in 45 minutes...he apologized. This laundry shop in my apartment opens everyday (except Wednesdays) after I leave for work, and closes before I usually get back. If I didn't my dresses back, that means I will have to wait till Friday, the day I leave for JB...because they are closed today and I will be out the whole of Thursday.

I couldn't believe I was so upset I cried over those damn dresses. It shocked me how little it took to stress me out. Then Nice Guy called round 8:55pm and told me he was back with my dresses.

BTW the dry cleaning is RM40 in total...include tears.

I dressed up and went to the party at 9:10pm, devians/girls/the-gang thought I fell asleep at home. I had great fun there, had tempeh, Lee Hing rice wine, choc cake and almond cake. I got a painted glass from Z n Erin, with muesli in it; a CD from Cris - Ella Fitzgerald...there was this little gift session. We also watched Sex n The City -- The Farewell and Rowan Atkinson's early days recording of his live shows, brilliant, fucking brilliant.

I promised myself, today will be a better day...emotionally. I will get into the `flow' or `the zone' and I will do just fine this weekend. Tonight I will have a good practice and tomorrow I will see my pianist and it will be a fucking brilliant rehearsal.