fire engine red.
i wish i were more productive.
at times like these, where i just sit in front of the computer, i really wish i had something else better to do. it's just frustrating. and it's doesnt get any better. i get angry when i think about work. i get so angry because it's so mundane, so troublesome, so URGH! i die a hundred thousand deaths every time i'm there.
i get worried every time i have such bouts of loathe and hatred. will that happen when i actually am living independently? will i feel the same about my job, the job i have to carry on doing just so i can get food - good food. and no, i will NOT live on a diet of instant noodles! - on the table? if that happens, i wont want to live anymore. only one thing would comfort me: love. so in the event that should i be so deathly weary of my future job, i pray that at least i'll be in love, with someone who loves me back too obviously. god, that would feel good.
i'm expecting the worse. i always expect the worse, but for a pessimist, i'm pretty optimistic.
*cue the paramore music
right now, i'm only waiting for the moment where i finally get to live independently, whiiiiiich will be in around 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... 8 years, maximum. when i say independent, i mean living by myself in my own house/apartment/condo/whatever preferably in the USA, europe, japan or australia with no financial dependency whatsoever on my parents, also of course with a stable job. details can vary. laughs hysterically
oh look at the time. CSI at 10pm.
you see? reduced to waiting eagerly for every exciting episode of some tv series i'm following. PATHETIC, reads the huge letters stamped on my forehead. i'm not saying it's a horrible thing...
... but i want more.
i reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some.
at times like these, where i just sit in front of the computer, i really wish i had something else better to do. it's just frustrating. and it's doesnt get any better. i get angry when i think about work. i get so angry because it's so mundane, so troublesome, so URGH! i die a hundred thousand deaths every time i'm there.
i get worried every time i have such bouts of loathe and hatred. will that happen when i actually am living independently? will i feel the same about my job, the job i have to carry on doing just so i can get food - good food. and no, i will NOT live on a diet of instant noodles! - on the table? if that happens, i wont want to live anymore. only one thing would comfort me: love. so in the event that should i be so deathly weary of my future job, i pray that at least i'll be in love, with someone who loves me back too obviously. god, that would feel good.
i'm expecting the worse. i always expect the worse, but for a pessimist, i'm pretty optimistic.
*cue the paramore music
right now, i'm only waiting for the moment where i finally get to live independently, whiiiiiich will be in around 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... 8 years, maximum. when i say independent, i mean living by myself in my own house/apartment/condo/whatever preferably in the USA, europe, japan or australia with no financial dependency whatsoever on my parents, also of course with a stable job. details can vary. laughs hysterically
oh look at the time. CSI at 10pm.
you see? reduced to waiting eagerly for every exciting episode of some tv series i'm following. PATHETIC, reads the huge letters stamped on my forehead. i'm not saying it's a horrible thing...
... but i want more.
i reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some.
18 April 2009 at 14:27
u slaved through spm.
soon u'll salve through stpm (which is the mother sucker than spm)
so enjoy now. be a slob. steal a pinch of choc powder, squeeze fudge down ur throat.
soon, all u'll be eating are sliverfishes in ur textbooks top