Finally...

Finally, I get some things deemed as necessary done: cut my hair (a crew cut that most would envision me in as a NS recruit), reserved For One More Day (Yippee! I am the 9th borrower in the queue), returned some books (at Bukit Merah Library amid the haze), bought new shoes and razor blades (they cost a bomb, those scalpel-like sharp knifes that caress my chin every morning) and sent out the programme sheet for Thursday's Toastmasters chapter meeting - all in a day's work.

And finally, as evening approached, the world outside the office window turned blurry, as if a mist had descended after rain, only worse; as if we were all convicted by a higher being for some monstrous crime and had to serve our time. I called it the White Evil...