Satuday- when terminal 3 starts to flood, with human flow
Saturdays are probably a day puts on a friendly and amiable front with an energy-draining nature. I mean we always thought that Saturdays are the ones which allow us to catch a breath from the busy after 5 busy weekdays. However, the truth is somehow a huge contradiction to the thought. Well, at least my Saturday never fulfilled it's criteria out thoughts have set it to be.Indeed, today was a busy Saturday. Solely for the fact that I was too soft-hearted. Mimi told me that she had a relapse of her conditions, and there I was agreeing to help out again. So today was the second day I worked after school reopened. Another day at terminal 3's really big shop. 9 hours of consecutive standing and walking around had left the ache in both my foot, as well as my back. I'm an old old man...I've informed her before-hand that I would be leaving at 2000h, but there was still sudden influx of a big crowd, followed by a small one, and then another one. An almost undying crowd. So I was delayed all the way until 2230h. *Tiring*Today was more of an emotional struggle because I'm still not used to not being able to do what I've always done- to talk with that person. Aright today's very tired so I guess I shall just end here...