It’s
22.47, I’m sitting here flipping through my old organiser (for which I swapped
for a ultra snazzy but lacking desperately in function – makes me wonder if
that justifies also my taste in men). Anyway, halfway flipping through I realise
that I’ve forgotten what I was looking for. It’s been occurring more
frequently these days. An obvious sign of old age. Ah yes, I was looking for my
GNC discount card…mom needs some anti-oxidants bought.
It
also just dawned upon me that it’s been a year and a day since that fateful
day. It’s ironic how 10th of February once meant something
beautiful whereas 10th of March marked the start of a disastrous
beginnings? Endings? I don’t know. These days everything seems to be flying
past in a quick whiz. To be honest, I don’t know if I’m coming or going.
Burying myself in work seems comforting, masochistic I know.
Found that darned GNC card, I stick it into the nifty zip lock bag that’s installed in my snazzy organiser. If only men came with add ons. I noticed the Kobe subway map that’s stuck next to the zip lock bag. Why did I get this organiser again?
It’s 22.57, I’m supposed to be online in a mo. Supposed to discuss some F1 ticket stuff with Norman.
Oh, I wonder how many out there are waiting for me to whinge about my job at KLue. Well, surprisingly I haven’t got much to whinge about working there. (No, it’s not because my boss might be reading this) But one thing for sure is that I’m so tired by the end of the day it’s not exactly funny. This spine of mine doesn’t seem to want to behave either. One day… I think I might just get the bloody rods stuck into that bloody snake of a spine. After all I do have quite a number of surgical steel stuck into me lately. What are another few more rods? Come to think of it, that’ll make it the epitome of my piercings… Whoa… right, where’s the doctor’s number?
Today I’ve just been offered to work full time at KLue. And I’m taking a few days to think about it. Which makes me wonder why do I need to think about it? What’s gonna happen if I take this job full time, right into the end of summer and all. Ok firstly, Marlon said he might take a trip into Asia and we’re supposed to do a Hadrin / Koh Phangan thingy. But besides that, no one else’s gonna be around during summer! Bea might be donning her Mickey eared hat and sing the M.I.C.K.E.Y song at the gates of Disneyworld (while having a scrumptious amount of eye candy amongst her!) If you’re reading this Bea, promise me you’ll clobber one in the head and send him over in a package. Ok so I won’t get as much freedom to run about, which is good ainnit? Since all I do is bloody waste my money drinking bubble tea, while drooling at the blahniks I can’t afford. (Btw, it’s called MOTIVATION; helps me move towards earning enough to buy them and the bubble tea for brain fuel). So I contradict myself, like you don’t so stop being hypocrites. Where does this end? Talking to myself doesn’t help, talking to someone doesn’t help. I need a shrink I reckon.
I
just had an idea, Man v1.00 with expandable cache’s, downloadable physique,
expandable memory, and customisable functions and learns new tricks.
What do you do when you have a head chockfull of things to worry, consider, and think about? Where’s that flu tablet to put me to sleep?
2
years ago I saw myself being in uni at the age of 20, and grades were gonna be
my only worries. 2 years later, I have my barmy arse stuck to the same chair in
the same room, THINKING if I’ll ever get back to uni. If that isn’t enough
to be bothered by (I’m only 20 spare me some brain fuel) I’ve gotta to try
and get that darned loan and work something out. Sometimes I’m afraid I give
in, or even worse… give up.
If
I were to be put onto a search engine listing now, you’d find me by keying in
confused, scared, worried, stressed, insane, losing it, mental, tired, drained,
desperate and most of all… I-miss-studying.
What am I like??
Also! Went for the Mauro Picotto do at Emporium. Key word; mental. Not had this much madness for a while. Too bad I wasn't feeling tops or dressed up for it. Will tell about the peeps some other day. Oh and found this Ali G site today. What a Monday morning booster. Heck I think I'm gettin hooked!
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