jesus holy mother of god.
i just realized it's May.
By the time June comes, all I'd have to show for is one year's worth of aging in 6 months, a couple more extra frequent flier miles, a half empty new apartment, additional 3kg and two reports. It's so sad, this existence. You know you're sliding into a cesspool of overachiever misery when your only daily entertainment is trying to see how fast you can speed through the Penchala tunnel so that you won't lose the cellphone signal and get cut off the line.
So far I have never made it. Sigh, just one of those unachievable things in life.
I have designated compartments for life which robs half the fun. This time is for work, that time is for play, this time is for sleep and this time is allocated for giving my mom directions over the phone. So far, I'm trying to keep personal life as one of those spontaneous things, but if that goes too and I find myself wondering if I can squeeze 5 minutes before work, then I say it's probably high time I got dumped by loved ones and family. Or self-dumped due to extreme guilty feelings.
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The equity markets were bathed in a sea of red today which aptly matched my mood - I wanted to kill the sofa deliverymen who took their friggin time in transporting the thing to the new house, making me wait for two full hours. In two hours, I probably could have written 3 solid paragraphs.
But I felt bad when I saw them because the two poor foreign workers were scrambling and stuttering to carry the sofa from the lift into the house, grovelling apologetically all the while and sweating and heaving profusely under the weight of the huge sofa. These guys came here to eke out a living doing these menial work and had actually been late because their lorry was detained by the cops checking for identification. So I tipped them RM50.
I'm such an easy sucker. Tears spring to my eyes every time I'm on a MAS flight and the stewardess says "To all Malaysians, welcome home.". Every single fucking time. You'd think after all the travel I'd be immune by now.
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Peugeot RCZ - oh. my. god. I'm sold. I'm sold. Just tell me how much extra installment I have to pay each month.
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