Sunday, March 30, 2008
Of paper cuts and staple shots
The peak has crept in, again. How did I allow myself subject to another round of craziness like this? The truth can be rather exasperating. Right. I deserve to be in every single bit of this mayhem, in every sense, since I literally asked for it. Right. Whine no further.
So anyway, I spend most of my waking hours tearing open envelopes (nice ones, colorful ones, smelly ones), sorting documents and ploughing through excel sheets with tonnes and tonnes of data, only to help me find that magic 15-20 at the end of this madness. Gawd, why did I compromise? Fuckenaden. Whine no further.
This is hard labour I kid you not. Of late, I've suffered countless papercuts and at least 3 staple shots, with the latest one cutting deep into one of my fingers. WHY DID I ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN? I deserve to be shot. Whine no further.
Oh well. Thou shall retire in bed in anticipation of a brand new and fascinating day. Be prepared to be stimulated. Whine no further.
In other news, Kota Kinabalu is a nice place to be. In fact, I thought I enjoyed myself more in KK than in Kuching. You will see the pictures when you see them. You might know what I mean.
Good Friday is finally over. I had a helluva time being a carnivore. I bought a new dress and 2 pashimas at Lot 1 today. Shoes, wait for me!
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So anyway, I spend most of my waking hours tearing open envelopes (nice ones, colorful ones, smelly ones), sorting documents and ploughing through excel sheets with tonnes and tonnes of data, only to help me find that magic 15-20 at the end of this madness. Gawd, why did I compromise? Fuckenaden. Whine no further.
This is hard labour I kid you not. Of late, I've suffered countless papercuts and at least 3 staple shots, with the latest one cutting deep into one of my fingers. WHY DID I ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN? I deserve to be shot. Whine no further.
Oh well. Thou shall retire in bed in anticipation of a brand new and fascinating day. Be prepared to be stimulated. Whine no further.
In other news, Kota Kinabalu is a nice place to be. In fact, I thought I enjoyed myself more in KK than in Kuching. You will see the pictures when you see them. You might know what I mean.
Good Friday is finally over. I had a helluva time being a carnivore. I bought a new dress and 2 pashimas at Lot 1 today. Shoes, wait for me!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Thriller
I am not a big fan of thriller as I cannot stand the suspense and also all that creepy eerie feeling that follows. Unknowingly, I picked up The Historian quite recently and I was once again reminded why I never liked thrillers. I don't like to dream of cemeteries and getting jumpy at every little noise at night. Not my cup of tea. Which is why I will not be bring The Spider's House with me to Kota Kinabalu tomorrow. I am actually quite good at scaring myself when I am alone in hotels, I don't need help from books.
But anyway, The Historian is actually quite an enjoyable read despite the fact that I got scared a little, do pick it up if you like thrillers.
In other news, I think I missed the opportunity of the lifetime because I procrastinated too long. I wonder how remorseful I will get in the near future. I hope not too much.
Yep, my flight is at 8.40am tomorrow. I hope I have a good trip!
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But anyway, The Historian is actually quite an enjoyable read despite the fact that I got scared a little, do pick it up if you like thrillers.
In other news, I think I missed the opportunity of the lifetime because I procrastinated too long. I wonder how remorseful I will get in the near future. I hope not too much.
Yep, my flight is at 8.40am tomorrow. I hope I have a good trip!
| My declaration of Love |
| I need to know how to feel without you.. I need to find myself, to give you the space you need, to move in a different direction from yours.. I want to know how life can go on without you.. I want to embrace joy, indulge in love, to enjoy every drop of sunshine that falls on me.. I will conquer my fear of living in a world without you.. I will live my life as though I had never met you... |