Realiti tiga- hilang. part one

the lift was out of service.
i had no choice but to use the fucking stairs.
"are you fucking kidding me?? GOD..."
14th level.
thats my home.
more like hell when i have a broken lift.

i was too tired to walk all the way up.
standing at work, serving stupid,annoying and retarded customers on the shop floor.
"yes maam. after wash,the piece will expand. its cotton maam."
that's the line i have to use every single time i encounter the same repetitive customer.
its like a repetition.
i hate repetition.

and so i took the bloody stair up.
i walked.
cant bare my sore feet, banging the 3 inch cold hard cement ground.
over and over again.
1,2,3,4,5.... 21,22,23....
i counted the steps.
don't bother asking me why. bored i guess.

my mind wondered for a second. or two.
school.
my part-time job.
national service after completing school.
family.
girlfriend.
what to wear tomorrow.
urgh.

i was only on the 2nd floor.
12 more floors to go.
"i can do it.. i want my bloody bed."

.......

i was out of breath on the 3rd storey.
can you imagine.
due to smoking i guess.
yes. im a smoker.
and yes i know its unhealthy.
but.
i have to die of something.
somehow it also kills my time.

.......

i have been walking up the stairs for like 2 minutes.

seems like its the worst 2 minutes i had ever experience.

then i realise.

it was only the 3rd storey.

......

end of part one