You want to know what my Monday was like?
I’m feeling in a very open mood.
Let me tell you what it was like.
I feel sometimes like my blog isn’t always my blog.
I blog things i should be writing about, and not what i WANT to write about.
First of all, i couldn’t sleep on Sunday night.
I tried doing work. Failed.
Forced myself into bed at 3am.
Tossed and turned.
Looked at the time. 4:30am.
Oh for FUCK’S SAKE.
Monday such an important day and i can’t fucking sleep!?
Try.
Try.
Drift into unconsciousness.
Look at the time.
7:30 am.
I am doing to die tomorrow.
…
8 am.
I hear drilling. And sawing. And cement collapsing.
OH GOD they’re STILL doing renovation next door.
and they start RIGHT on time too!
This has to be illegal.
I SWEAR this has to be illegal in some book.
I go to work, not bad jam in the morning.
New car is leet, try not to scratch anything.
Reach office safely.
Sarah asks where i parked.
I reply i parked under tree.
Don’t you know i don’t park there cos bird shits on it?, she says.
No. I say. I didn’t know. -_- Goddammit.
Work.
Eat pie for brunch. Office belanjas us brunch on Mondays.
Work.
Eat tiny nasi lemak for tea.
Work.
Got irritated by imbecile.
Work.
Okay. Cukup work.
Happy, ’nuff done.
Leave.
DreamerCyn cancels on me cos of client.
I see PassedOutBen for dinner and Guinness.
He tells me pork knuckle is not a big portion.
I order it.
It arrives on a dish… and is as big as my head.
-_-
I obviously cannot finish it.
I have two Guinnesses.
Ben doesn’t have any.
Have one, i urge.
I give him three good reasons: brokenhearted, i’m paying and no diff cos he drinks other days.
There. Three.
It’s almost twelve.
Happy Birthday.
I wish you’d give me back what you unintentionally took from me.
Cos i’m functioning all wrong.
Did u realized that pork does not have fingers. Meaning pork does not have knuckles. So why is it called pork knuckles?
LOL!!
Eh fren,
If you ever find out its really illegal, let me know. Bloody renovation two doors down. I swear they do it on purpose to egg me. Bah.
It’s quite sad to hear that you writing cause it’s something you should write about and not something you want to write about!
p/s: Guinness Draught is my poison too!
*hugs*
I wish youโd give me back what you unintentionally took from me.
Cos iโm functioning all wrong?
*hmm..* ๐
*hug* *hug*
feel better soon, babe! *hugs*
Hope your days to come will be filled with more colours~
=) Cheer up!
I hate Mondays. They suck. =P
Did someone left you? You poor thing..
mon? mourning? took from u? i hope its not what im thinking. hope ur ok.
Hmm, what could it be that ‘he’ intentionally taken…??? Your heart?oh well, all’s well ends well ๐
So what car did you get?
– D
“He tells me pork knuckle is not a big portion”
hahahahaha that sounds like big ben!
when a guy tells you the portion is not big, is not always what you expect hehehe.
Oh, sweetie.
I hope you find the comfort you need.
Love, etc.
M.
renovation should be illegal!
“I feel sometimes like my blog isnโt always my blog.
I blog things i should be writing about, and not what i WANT to write about.”
Im feeling you, girl.