It’s not me. It’s the brain.

Warning.
Excessive rant ahead.

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My top two most used phrase

• Don’t know.
• Why?

I will reluctantly admit that I had always came across as an absent-minded or forgetful person.
“Blur like sotong” as my family called it.

This trait of mine may come as a source of entertainment for some or as an annoyance for others.
“Can’t be help”, I always shrugged.

However, there is one misconception that some people have of me that I can never tolerate which is the idea of me acting dumb on purpose to garner attention.

Dearest narrow-minded freaks, if attention needed to be gained that way, I can honestly say that it is not worth the effort.  At all.

Me being absent-minded only brought me disadvantages.

People who does not share the same characteristics as me may never  understand the little difficulties I faced in my daily life just because my alertness level falls slightly lower than the average.

And today, it hits the peak.

I was in Singapore and was supposed to be at this particular secondary school in the morning for a teaching assignment.  I was informed beforehand that the school is just a mere 5 minutes walk or less from the train station and can be immediately seen upon boarding down the train.

For those who know me well enough, well, you will understand how “impressive” my road orientation is. True enough, after getting down the escalator and crossing a junction, I was lost.

The day is still early and getting lost is a norm for me so it’s not much of a big deal yet. Fortunately, lady luck was shining on me and I somehow manage to stumble upon the school by accident (no joke) after approximately 20 minutes. Amazing I shall say.

However, all my luck had ran out just for that.

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During the afternoon break, I walked out of the school to have my lunch. Unfortunately, I had forgotten the way back.  I have no idea what was I thinking at that time as I had walked the total opposite direction from where I should go and  it only hits me that I am lost when I found  myself standing in the middle of a residential area. The journey gets even more embarassing hence I will summarise it by saying that the mere 5 minutes walk took me exactly 52 minutes instead. (I had timed myself)

52 minutes of walking with the sun shining directly on the top of my head greatly contribute to my building frustration and increasing agitation and of course, my terribly aching feet.

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Later in the late afternoon, I took a trip down to the nearby National Library that I  frequently visits to help my elder sister return her books. One problem though, I had never walked there alone. I figured that I can trust and follow my instinct and after 15 minutes of lugging a big heavy bag of books , I found myself staring at this orange colour building with the sign “Frontier Community Club” on it.

“Shit!! What the heck is Frontier Club?? And isn’t the library building blue in colour??”

Getting lost three times consecutively is no longer a laughing matter.

I am exhausted, deeply agitated and extremely frustrated.

Defeated, I dragged my aching feet back to  my sister’s place while still lugging the bag of books which at that time seems to weigh a tonne. On the way back, I texted my sis and related my ordeal to her while complaining and cursing about everything under the sun.

Nothing could describe the stupidity I felt when she texted back,

“HahaHahaHahaHaha. Frontier Club is the library lah!!”

Amazingly, despite going there for more than 10 times in the past one month, I still have no clue on the name or even the colour of the building.

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Just when you think my blurness could not get any worse,

it did.

Oh so did.

This evening itself,  I made a trip back to JB and immediately  paid for the bus ticket home that my mum had booked earlier.  When I had boarded the bus, I texted my younger sis and shamelessly bragged to her on how independent I had become.

She instantly gave me a call and I felt my world came crashing down on me when she shouted,

“Sister!!  Check your bus ticket!!  The ticket that mummy booked for you is 5.30pm!!  Now haven’t even 5 ler!!  Where  in the world are you going?!?!”

Yes people.

I collected the wrong ticket.

Board the wrong bus.

And am heading to a wrong destination.

Update:
Received a call from my elder sister.
Who is stranded outside her home.
Because I had forgotten to put her keys in the shoe rack outside as agreed on earlier.
And had manually locked the doors behind me when I left.

She has no spare keys.

Goodbye people.
I am off to do some self reflection.

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