Okay.
Well you know when some long lost havent spoken to since graduation and barely spoke to during uni anyway classmate sends you a message, either
a) he's making an effort to keep in touch or
b) he wants something
You know when the messages starts with, Hi how are you and progresses to I heard you;re working somewhere somewhere, either
a) he really wants to get know or
b) he wants something
When you the message starts going .... " so, how much do you get paid " or something along those lines, you KNOW he wants something. Even more so when you get asked .. " any openings in your office "
-_-"
Normally, I dont mind. But some people just rub me the wrong way.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Colourblind
I noticed that the past couple of times I had the urge to scribble it was mainly to bitch.
I had the urge just to vent (pressure relief, har har)
Another day come and gone. All the days kinda blurred together, I cant tell one day from the other.
But its good though. I woke up this morning feeling okay - if you dont count the initial just woke up pre coffee period. I had a couple of conversations in my head few days back, realised I still have no conclusion, made a couple of calls back to the mother ship and all is good.
An epiphany - Im happy here. Happier here than I was in uni. I miss my friends, I miss the times I had with my friends - the dinners, the wild nights out, quiet nights in, shopping, coffee, gym, the beach, Paku nites, simple joys of midnight mamak.. I miss my pets, miss my simple routines ...
.. but I dont miss being in uni. I dont miss the cold showers, the crappy lecturers, the stress and feelings of inadequecy. Dont miss having to conform to some ridiculous idea of good behaviour, don't have to sweep up handed down crap, don't have to be caught in a crossfire.
Nas says thats probably why i ahem .. filled out. Cos Im happier here. Maybe I am. Its strange - I had to travel so far away to find myself.
But then again maybe I just flew so far away to make a clean break. Restart, reinvent. Ostrich-like, I know I have issues.
Am I different ? Different but the same. Its still me.
Im confusing myself again. But for now, I am content.
I had the urge just to vent (pressure relief, har har)
Another day come and gone. All the days kinda blurred together, I cant tell one day from the other.
But its good though. I woke up this morning feeling okay - if you dont count the initial just woke up pre coffee period. I had a couple of conversations in my head few days back, realised I still have no conclusion, made a couple of calls back to the mother ship and all is good.
An epiphany - Im happy here. Happier here than I was in uni. I miss my friends, I miss the times I had with my friends - the dinners, the wild nights out, quiet nights in, shopping, coffee, gym, the beach, Paku nites, simple joys of midnight mamak.. I miss my pets, miss my simple routines ...
.. but I dont miss being in uni. I dont miss the cold showers, the crappy lecturers, the stress and feelings of inadequecy. Dont miss having to conform to some ridiculous idea of good behaviour, don't have to sweep up handed down crap, don't have to be caught in a crossfire.
Nas says thats probably why i ahem .. filled out. Cos Im happier here. Maybe I am. Its strange - I had to travel so far away to find myself.
But then again maybe I just flew so far away to make a clean break. Restart, reinvent. Ostrich-like, I know I have issues.
Am I different ? Different but the same. Its still me.
Im confusing myself again. But for now, I am content.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Overcast
The last time I had the urge to scribble something down here it was day 55 on the rig.
Now Im back on another rig, albeit a slightly smaller one.
And I'm scribbling. Fine. Typing.
For the past day or so I've been going back and forth between the colours orange (not pink) and grey .. or blue. Maybe the end result is just a grey mess.
Not sure what triggered it, not quite sure what happened in between the orange days and the grey days, maybe its just been too long since my last everything.
Maybe not enough sleep, maybe too much free time, maybe im just having wild mood swings, blame it on hormones.
Ugh. Feeling a little homesick. I need some love.
Now Im back on another rig, albeit a slightly smaller one.
And I'm scribbling. Fine. Typing.
For the past day or so I've been going back and forth between the colours orange (not pink) and grey .. or blue. Maybe the end result is just a grey mess.
Not sure what triggered it, not quite sure what happened in between the orange days and the grey days, maybe its just been too long since my last everything.
Maybe not enough sleep, maybe too much free time, maybe im just having wild mood swings, blame it on hormones.
Ugh. Feeling a little homesick. I need some love.