Antioch Agent

This was all too familiar ground. I was brought back to thoughts of being in my Penang home in Minden Heights and my own room with the familiar positioning of furniture in place, the same traditional windows, the computer table. With 2 months to my SPM, I was in the predicament of not having touched a single chapter of biology and chemistry. I was desperate. I was sweating over how where i was to start knowing that i really should have started earlier. At the same time, i had apparently promised to fetch a form 6 church friend living all the way in Island Glades while somebody by the name of Miss Liew had driven off my Honda City car early that morning. Whart ??!! I was searching frantically for my PFS school badge with my twin brother and finally found an epoxy coated badge that looked nothing like my old school badge.

5am. I found myself waking up with my head spinning and the silence of the morning to greet me. A bad dream with the usual nightmarish tales of secondary school pain relived(boy, was i relieved). It’s usually a jumbled mess and nothing like those DaVinci pre-helicopter revelatory types. Go have a field day on this one, Freud.

The last thing i remembered before i slept, was the sound of my baby wailing and that I had tumbled into bed at around 5pm being too tired to even have an early dinner. It’s either got to be the pure exhaustion that i’ve been putting myself through these past few weeks or the potency of the flu medication my doctor gave me yesterday taking effect. Whatever it is, i’m still feeling pretty crummy and the niggling cough has yet to subside.

This morning has to be first time in my life that I’ve ever slept for almost 12 hours. A personal record! And to think that this would happen in my first year of active (or inactive) daddy-hood … wow. I’ve heard of stories from my aunt that my cousin used to do that all the time, but i never thought it would happen to me. Somehow my very charitable wife allowed me to sleep on through without waking me up for dinner or baby-related needs. She’s such a dearie. * chuckle *