Coughin’ Up Blood
April 1st, 2006 -- Posted in rants | 1 Comment »Just ignore that previous post, will ya?
Actually, it’s not entirely untrue that this blog is dead. It’s just not really dead. Just a little more dead than before.
(It’s been rather dead here, isn’t it? I’ve been really busy with work, ain’t I?)
Anyway, I had some time this morning to actually browsed through some of my friends’ blog site, and I realized that I’m not the only one who’s busy with life. So not a good excuse for me to declare the death of this blog.
Life is fair, as long as you allow it to be.
(Time will change. I know it will… )
Now work… let me do a little summary for the week. I did a lot of frustrating analyses with no fruitful results. It was hard to get the same level of confidence when you know only half of what you’re doing.
That’s it!
For the rest of life, I realize that work can either build you, or break you. I need to find other things in life for myself within each 2-days weekends. There are things to be done around the house, but I just do them for the sake of having them done. No motivational rewards in them though. That’s how it is when you have your own place but cannot afford a personal helper. You’ve to do everything yourself. Sunsun have had her share over weekdays. It is only my turn over weekends. So not much break for me. Office in the weekdays… home over weekends.
So what else is left?
(Time to get myself out of the house. Going to fetch my lil sis Annie to her vocal class.)
Cheers, amigoz.
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Alas. Evening of the first weekends I get for the week. Though nothing much was done (as I was having headache much of the day), we managed to stroll Far East Plaza a bit when I collected my contact lens there.
Though it was only the second time we’ve been there in months (last Sunday being the first), I’m already bored of it. Bored of the crowd, bored of the shops. There is nothing much for window shopping. Not as exciting as I used to feel about Far East. Now I’m wondering what I used to see in that place.
A friend asked me to Zouk last night, and for the countless times again I rejected the offer. I have lost that particular touch for that place.
Now, it is all but a dream.
It is just a place to be seen to me now. Have fun with friends? Sure… but how long can one par-tay? If you par-tay every weekends, then when is the regular non-partay weekends? End of the month just before payday? When you realize you’re broke and have to skip until the new month?
Gone are those days. I’m no longer 20-something.
Tonight, on a saturday night, is just another regular saturday night when I frequent my comp after dinner. Am I enjoying this? I won’t believe myself admitting this, but I am.
Ok… I have mellowed further from the already mellowed nature I’m known for.
And guess what? I’m glad I have.
