boooooohoooooooooooo! one less fun!
oh well. one less distraction might just be good for me.
but i'll probably be back when i'm less busy with backlogs.
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i missed the dream. i missed the time.
isnt it funny that some excuses that were cooked for some people became applicable to everybody else too?
been sleeping really early recently and 台湾龙卷风 has been my last program of the day of late.
many years ago, when i was still working part time at WOS, i thought only the retail or service line serving the front line was the most tedious job around, and office shop is never for me. i thought of going back to retail line after my poly graduation. my sisters screwed me for being stupid.
i thought days at MTM was tiring as work was never ending, worse when i couldnt bring work home to do since our work stations were desktops and not laptops.
when i was given a laptop at NFC, i missed the days at MTM when i only need to work in the office. probably the lousy colleagues at MTM were a plus point since as motivated me to work less OT as compared to the regular 10pm knock-offs at NFC.
when i got transferred to marketing, i thought life would be better, less tiring and stuff like that. granted on the the better life as i dont get as much scoldings from the MD, but was never near on less tiring. suddenly i wondered how i could sit in front of the computer for hours gaming and could still go on, and just 8 hours at work i felt all lethargic.
despite an early night last night, at 12.30am, i am still tired. accumulated fatigue.
hope my interest in design works can get me on after a shower as i need to rush out a few posters for the stupid exhibition in china.
good luck to me.
the journey to work today has been a good one - a good 1 hour sleep and a good dream.
the sleep was good because i was sound asleep all the way till my wake up point at jurong east. felt fresh at work today.
the dream was good because i felt good in the dream, although it wasnt the right kind of dream and the chances of happening isnt high.
tired.
probably going to skip my homework and head to bed early.
hope to get the same dream tonight. everynight.
havent been through such a packed and tedious, fun yet suffering weekend for quite sometime.
contradicting isnt it?
even the build-up to the weekend wasnt good. i woke up head spinning + late for work from the hangover after the drinking session with sd and gang the previous night. tried to flag for a god damn cab for 30 minutes before i dial for a cab at bedok interchange. $30. reached work 10minutes before the management meeting and realised my rush was extra since everything was already set up by whosoever. good game.
derek probably reached office at 9.15am, his usual timing. still late.
sd reached the office at 10.30am.
soon reached the office at 11am.
mq reached the office 12nn.
total wipe-out.
had wanted to recuperate the hangover during the weekend since i woke up with a spinning head.
popped 2 panadol after breakfast.
thought my nephew spoilt my rest when he came before lunch until a 'scam' called me out. nothing happened. fortunately.
knocked out around midnight.
woke up with a stomachache. no air. no hunger. no shit. just plain pain.
since it was managable, went to old school with the gang to take some photos of shan in her graduation suit. still aching but managable. went home after dinner at little part 1.
the stomach starts in the ache. again.
and the neck joins the ache. unbearable.
covered in blanket by midnight again, and was curling in pain for the next 3 hours.
if what my mum said was true, i had my nightmares because i was in pain. and i had 2 of them. and to think i actually woke up with a drop of tear in my eye, it must be surprising that the nightmare was neither violent nor gore. i was accused of murder by my sisters i think, much like those silly tv dramas. i couldnt remember the other dream, anyway better forgotten.
the damn dreams overcame my laziness. popped 2 panadols, turn & flipped & curled for a few more times before i finally fall asleep.
before i know it, my mum gave me a morning call.
i should drink less.
even if the alcohol dont kill me, those nightmares would.
when all the aches start coming..
started with a headache after that night.
then comes the backache.
followed by stomache.
and now the neckache.
what's next? heartache?
not likely i suppose.
another early night i guess.
this is a backdated post.
read something somewhere and realised other than saying a pot calling a kettle black, i couldnt describe it with anything better.
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im not so much a once bitten twice shy kinda person.
but still, learnt my lesson and shall never be made use of again.
was watching the lastest episode of the anime of naruto, and although i already know the story from the much advanced manga version, i still felt some bit of touched when he came home being welcomed by the whole village after defeating pain.
his rise as a deterred monster kid to a loved determined arguably strongest character is really making the anime and manga worth waiting for every week.
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i just got locked out of my own blog for having too many passwords.
from the initial 2 to the current... 4? 5? or maybe 6?
whatever. i need to sort this out tomorrow.
although i've really gotten over it, it is one of those days of the year that i will start to think about the past, or the not so long ago memories.
just a couple of hours ago, as i was browsing some photos in facebook, i came to think of some happy moments that we had not too long ago.
as i was reading some emails on how girls felt when they say or do something, i realised i have actually done quite a bit from the list.
some people would never think i would do.
some even i never thought that i would do.
maybe thats why they say i am full of surprises.
yet the ending was still the same.
maybe i wasnt that sensitive.
maybe i wasnt that good.
maybe it just wasnt mine.
oh well. better not brood on.
i have well gotten over it.
they said memories are to be kept and treasured.
and i guess i should do the same.
