That was how I felt on Saturday.

I drove my parents into Johore on a hot, stuffy, humid day. Going in was ok. Getting out of Malaysia is the killer.

Queue at Malaysia custom is very long. With the agonising inch-by-inch move, guarding the gap between your car and the car infront ever so carefully incase some bugger tries to cut in, the drain physically is remarkable.

I had to go through it twice.

Cos the queue at Singapore custom is equally freaking long. Argggh!

The evening sun was cruelly glaring and hot. I glanced at the rear view mirror only to see Dave snoozing away in bliss. Grrr..

I was dying from fatique when we finally cleared the customs. The last mile is really the ultimate test of my will to stay awake. My eye lids were so heavy, I dozed off a few times without realising, it was not funny at all.

Hanging onto the steering wheel cruising down TPE, I remembered thinking to myself, “Just a while more and I’ll be able to sleep, don’t freaking crash the car now!”

We reached home safely. Thank God.

I was beyond tired at this point — parking the car, taking a quick shower was all done by sheer willpower. I think I fell asleep before my head touched my pillow.

Somehow, I don’t know how, after a wink (literally), I got up for dinner with the family.

When I finally reached home after running my errands and sat down on the sofa, it was already 11plus and I swiftly plonked myself into bed for a long Sunday beckons.

I ish old le. Cannot take this anymore. Spare me please.

Note: For those who are CL2 (Chinese Language 2) challenged, lei is tired in Mandarin.