I could get used to meeting nice guys everyday. Wait. That came out wrong. It made me sound so despo which I’m not. Not yet. At least. I hope?
The world is in a conspiracy of conspiracies. Shh. Top classified stuffs. I could tell you but then I would have to kill you…
I Greyson Chance-d someone just now. Didn’t feel as good doing it as saying it. I could almost hear friends, acquaintances doing an inside huh in their mind: what’s a Greyson Chance now? And I would say, it all started with Wendi Deng. Hahahahah inside joke. So inside I myself might not get it when I reread this post.
Anyway it’s so sad sometimes when you know certain stuffs have their deadlines, their expiry dates, and then the more you cherish them. Kinda too late but is it really? It takes more than guts, more than courage and more than bravery, admittingly they are all synonyms of each other; but for me – guts is something that spurs action, it’s instinctive, it comes with experience; courage is a leap of faith; bravery is doing something you know it’s for the greater good. Okay I have no idea where all these voodoo words just came from. At least the late night supper is doing something productive like creating synapses in my brain rather than going straight to my hips and thighs. Like they say, or rather Shakira sang: hips don’t lie…
Going back. Shit, I digress easily. Talking circles around myself: skill level up. Anyway, it takes more than those three things to put words into actions. Better than never. Really. Not that the stuffs I was referring to subtly had any expiry date or whatsoever, but the point is, looking back with fond memories thinking, man, I miss those days would be better than having no such memories in the first place. If you don’t have it, you can’t possibly miss it right? Wrong.
Back to my three hawt teen wolf beefcakes.
Meet Scott McCall, Derek Hales & Jackson Whittemore. Can you do whee-o-wheet wolf whistles or what.
Chilled at home for the entire weekend. Gotta admit it's dang good to sleep in and greet the sun based on your whims. It's been awhile.
How do people read on their beds? I swear when I get into a good comfy position I feel like giving in to the inevitable and doze off which kinda detracks from my original intent. And they make it look so good on screen. Tsk
Last two days at work! The excitement is almost palpable. Gonna miss xoxo-ing with J and C during lunch. Not the part where we decide where to eat though. That I would never miss. Too much hassle. Bugis, you bore me.
I know what a screw (clean literal not the dirty interpretation) feels like now...
1912 and I'm still at work..... It's a good thing I decided to quit while I'm ahead, namely this friday. When one of the perm staff jokingly mentioned that I should apply to be a full perm staff, I had shivers of horrors which I'm pretty sure it showed blatantly on my face. And it did not help that I answered without much thinking/censoring with an emphatic NOooooo.
Weather - slightly overcast. Not much Z's the night before but feeling rather refreshed. Chill's the flavor du jour.
Little bro went out shufflingg till 3+am last night. And that was his 18th. I would place bets on him not coming home on his 21st. Sounds like a jealous sista. Which I gotta admit I kinda am. He has it easy. Way to easy. Academic wise, he always had me. Even when I'm reluctant, I don't like people that are linked to me to suffer you know. Like his annoying pw last year. My protective instincts are a mile wide. I think he knows he always has me and that's a good and bad thing. It's nice to know you're dependable but hello who likes to be on service 24/7?! I am no Fedex, moi don't live to serve. I think it's the youngest sibling and the middle child syndromes. Sighs. It's a long standing joke between me and my bruh that my only reason for existence is the cater to their whims. Anyway back to wherever we left off. The social life part, it's all him. It's times like this that I often feel like the black sheep of the family. Not necessarily out of the loop and all but just out, you know. But I have my life and goals and they have theirs.
Anywayyy. Big plans for my post-work! 3 days for photog! One for the scenery/achitecture/whatever nature's got to offer, the night lights, and the skies. Any takers??
Math major stumped by a triangle question. WLE! Triangles are forever my Achilles heel. I swear. That and bearings. Haven't quite figure that last sucker out yet. But shhhh.
I want to go swimming, shopping, sleep.
13 day WORK marathon. I like to think I'm going on strong, but the truth is... I don't know how much more I can take even though I manage to squeeze in some bit of online shopping. Browsing only of course. But the devil needs only temptation to lure even the most the pious away from his righteous path. Fuck I can't do another 12 day straight. I need my Z's more than I want kaching.
The rabbit is supposed to move!! Doze off actually. Literally doze off. It reminds me too much of well, me and too cute not to share!
It's amazing how I can get ready when I'm in a jiffy, especially when I woke up late, like half an hour later than usual and still manage to get out of the house ten minutes before usual. The thing was, I woke up at 0730 to pee then went back to sleep. Alarm was all set to ring at 0740, ten precious minutes so it was no contest. Happily back to sleep I went. I woke at up 0740, offed my alarm thinking I'll shut my eyes for a while more before dragging myself out, and snuggled in. The next thing I knew, mom came in at 0820 and was like, omg why are you still sleeping? Even half awake I was a smartass, I asked what time it was. She told me and I couldn't believe, so I verified for myself. Opening one dreary eye, and immediately alarms rang in my head, ohshitohshitohshit. I know right, too pro for words.
Subconsciously, I might have been leaning towards not waking up at all. Waking up at 0730 for eleven days (is it only 11?!) in a row, get bugged by brother at night, the whole sleep deprivation thing plus error-spotting work makes wanting a dull girl.
On the way back, witnessed a rather sad incident unfolding. I'm pretty sure it's not the first occurence nor would it be the last. It's just so sad. A woman in her elderly years, in her somewhat fifties or sixties, she was searching through the rubbish can for recyclables at the bugis station bus stop. A guy walks past wanting to throw in his redbull can and the woman got it from him instead. She shook out the remnants and tucked the precious can into her bundle, already filled rather packed-ly. She had two of those. Afterwards, she continued to ransack the bin for more. I couldn't bear to watch the entire process. But when she found what she wanted, she wiped her hands clean on her towel thrown over her shoulder, and with a satisfied grin, picked up her heavy bundles and left. It's just so heartwrenching. The only thing I could think of as I watch the entire process unfold was, charity begins at home. I was rather ashamed of myself, to be just another onlooker. Watching instead of taking action. This was one of those times when it just takes one person to do the right thing, and others would follow in lead. There's just so many things wrong that I don't know where to start.
Besides the boredom, learning about Excel through best friend, and Theresa has been fun. But skirting the slaving for money and its making the world go round issue, God I need my sleep. I'm in a perpetual state of sleepiness, hovering on the edge of consciousness with several bouts of normalcy in between.
Waking up for 10 days at 0730 straight, although the time I get up usually differs by a good ten to thirty minutes, and getting not more than six hours of sleep at night is killing me slowly but surely. How do people deal?????????????
Can't believe it's only midweek. On the bright side, at least it's not Sunday (shit it's Monday again), or Monday (sighs, an entire week to get through). Tick tock
Trying to act like an emo nemo but failing miserably. Words don't come as easy as they used to, for me. Sucks.
Anyways, after hearing melissa (the one at work) said what she said, I kinda had this moment where I thought shit I'm beyond the grey area. I thought I knew what's and where's black and white. And then all of sudden, the colors seemed to have blurred. In any case, I felt she was overthinking things. Like hello? Didja think every line in life is clearly drawn? Or maybe I just didn't want to think of myself as fallen to the dark side. (Another) anyway, I doubt I'll make much of these rumblings when I reread my posts in the near future.
It's been a month! I have new insights about my inner strength and preseverance. Hahahahha au contraire, I can't decide if I like earning my keep more or facebooking my time away...
Anyway how on earth do people juggle both social life and work? I come home shagged everyday. Even shag-ger than when I go to school. Or at least that's what I remember.
Note to self: Get a pair of sneakers to replace the Lee Cooper's asap! It's so annoying when you avoid stepping on wet puddles, only to feel water seeping in and you can actually feel the process your socks getting soaked. Eek. Town. Shopping. Soon!
I am no angel I like it when you do that stuff to me I am no angel I like it when you talk, talk dirty when you talk, talk
I've decided not to talk about work anymore. Because there's this annoying thing hanging around my head: that goes if I complain abt work today, I get swamped tomorrow. ):
Fml.
Bye! Why does the picture remind me of my room?
Meeting with the girls tmw, please please don't let me get swamped!
Curling up on a comfy chair, reading a romance storybook, transporting myself into a fantasy land where dreams do come true, and the hero finds his heroine and they lived happily ever after.
I can easily see myself settling into a routine.
The only thing that's gonna make it more perfect is if I had a hero of my own. Sighs. And if I'm being greedy, I want a fireplace, a golden retriever and steamy hot chocolate topped by with marshmallow chunks too.
I guess I ought to be feeling relieved that Lady Luck has been smiling upon me until this day. But let me lament for a day or two before feeling thankful. Right now all I have is angst, wwwwwhhhhhhyyyyy.
She is a pyramid But with him she's just a grain of sand This love's too strong like mice and men Sqeezing out the life that should be let it She was a hurricane But now she's just a gust of wind She used to set the sail of a thousand ships Was a force to be reckon with
There's something so infinitely sad about sunsets. It marks the end of a day, a possibly perfect day, or a possibly atrocious day. But nevertheless, the end of the day. Tomorrow might be a better day, or tomorrow may never match up or even come close to today. Still... You know. Time is such a tentative thing. Memories being all the more precious.
