Somehow, almost of us at work are feeling dreadful and unmotivated and plans for any drinking or functions of a celebratory nature were shot down almost immediately.
It’s a horrid start to the month of August even though a 10% pay increase should have invoked a certain semblance of happiness. In any event, whatever bit of happiness was short-lived and as usual, the higher your pay, the more that is expected out of you.
Damn those idiots.
At the rate of what i’m doing, i think it only makes sense for me to return to law school and returning to studies has been a plan that i have been putting off for a long time with the excuses of being financially dependent on my employer and the time spent at work holding the strongest arguments.
We’ve never really argued about my career pursuit because he knows that i’m not really sure what i want to pursue in the first place but he is right that i should start saving instead of relying on a line of credit to sail me through my studies.
A bad financial habit which i learnt from my mom.
And Old boy is such a great salesman that i got motivated to open an account and park my finances with him. With him contributing a nominal sum into my studies fund as well, the dream of getting that degree is possibly within reach.
Till then, i shall just have to tighten the belt a bit more.
It’s weird to have such a title for a post but I realize that it speaks the truth.
The only way to really know a person better is to see how he reacts in familiar territory which in this case, is usually either with his family members or with his friends.
His friends is the first gate you have to clear. Just as you are observing him with his friends, they’re doing the same thing to you too.
To be frank, it’s this gate that makes me jittery than having to face the parents because if you can’t clear the first gate, you can forget about clearing the second gate.
Sunshin3, the ever steady one, is also capable of fear ya know?
I met the other half’s friends last Saturday when we went to watch the Simpsons. It was a huge group; there were probably more than 14 of us including their respective others. It was no mean feat to be able to get that many tickets but it was probably due to the fact that we were watching it at an ungodly hour of 12.50am in the evening.
They were a wonderful bunch to hang out with, real and genuine. None of that pretentious air prevalent in some of my high-society acquaintances and very tactful with their words. One of them in particular, made an impression because he reminded me of a friend of mine. From the mannerisms to the physique and down to the distinctive laughter, you could never miss out this friend who was the life of every party and ever the cool and intellectual dude.
And this friend, happened to be my ex-boyfriend.
Dysfunctional is the new black.
Need i say more about how hilariously idiotic the show was?
Go watch it if you haven’t.
I never knew that there was such a subtle difference between a slut and a bitch until a couple of online friends shed light on it.
A slut sleeps with everyone.
A bitch sleeps with everyone EXCEPT YOU.
I had the weirdest dream last night, involving some Chinese history, terracotta warriors and the whole jim jam of ancient Egyptian archaeology.
It must have been the result of that history discussion i had with the other half last night which subconsciously got embedded into my neuron system because people don’t usually dream stuff like that.
I know i don’t.
Thankfully, Old boy’s phone call at 6.30am this morning prevented it from becoming a nightmare.
The dear one had just touched down after a four day business trip to China and was excitedly describing to me how terrible his trip was while waiting to retrieve his luggage at the luggage retrieval belt. From the lecherous male business acquaintance he had to deal with, to the unique drinking culture of the office and the obvious communicative and culture barriers, it’s heartening to note that he had no chance to hanky panky around China.
Heh.
His actions are really adorable at times.
Knowing that it was barely sunrise when he called and i was sounding incoherent somewhat, he kept the chat short and sweet. Ten minutes later, he rings up again after he got himself a cab and we continued where we left off earlier.
It’s an irony of sorts but i’m not angry. In fact, i was smiling and giggling like some school girl.
It’s good to have him home. Lily and the pussy misses him.
“The revolution of idiots excites me.
- sunshin3″
There are some who just have this knack for irritating the pants off you effortlessly.
I’m not very smart but i’m amazed at times with how deluded people can be or how common sense seems to elude them.
In the words of my sister, you just wonder sometimes whether it’s easier to kill them first or let society kill them later.
The morning started off nicely with a phone call from Old boy. He actually called me from his plane, 5 minutes before it was due to take off and I could literally hear the captain requesting passengers to switch off all mobile devices..
How sweet.
Makes me tingle all over.
And lunch was perfect with the very expensive japanese food i had with my mom. (At $50 a person, the brownie points scored with mom had better be high. )
But when it came to the afternoon…
The mood changed to a more sombre tone.
Sigh.
I have been requested to prepare a paper to present to some senior delegates next month on the legal considerations of setting up businesses in the Middle East.
Since i have only handled the Abu Dhabi and Dubai emirates so far, being asked to research on Bahrain, Saudi Arabia, and Qatar was absolutely mind-blowing and excruciating.
Thank God for Google.
The emo me strikes.
On a Monday, no less. No, actually it started since Sunday evening.
Bah.
If only my best bud could repeat her act of suddenly appearing at my doorsteps with a box of really-tacky-but-seriously-delicious-until-queue-damn-long donuts for me.
Perhaps what i need is that sugar rush.
Or perhaps, a holiday.
Just when i thought Old boy could join me for a short trip, he got requested by his bosses to make an impromptu trip to China even before he started work for them!
Gah.
Even better.
The land of fakes.
I just hope he comes back without a china mistress in tow.
Else i’ll……..
*Grrr*
Ink’s a lot more well-behaved today, probably because the missus was at home but he still managed to run into our room and refused to leave until she came in and whacked him.
There must be something about our room that lures Ink.
It’s either you, me or our pheromones.
I swear Ink hates me.
He was biting me and goofing around like no tomorrow when i warmed the surroundings of his natural abode last evening.
And my my, is he cunning.
He positioned himself on top of the bookshelves just beside the room that i slept in. Such an angle gave him a clear view and direct access to my head or anyone’s head.
I lived in fear the whole night that he would jump and claw my hair to express his displeasure for taking away his beloved.
And i’m a fellow cat-owner for crying out loud!
If that wasn’t all, he followed us wherever we went, made a mess out of his cat litter, whined when we locked him in another room, and disturbed my angel who lovingly made breakfast for me.
I think it’s because he thinks i’m a threat to his position as grand pussy of the house.
But yes, i slept soundly.
In the arms of my angel.
