Story of Adrian and Kit

Room Cleaning

Status: 80% done :)

Nothingless - is that a valid word?

Thursday, 6.30pm - it's been a hectic week. Monday seems like it was a minute ago. My work got stuck, having some issues, hence i can't proceed with my work. By right i should pack up and leave for home now. But i just don't feel like moving. I've actually spent the the last 30 minutes staring blindly at my monitor.

Don't know why i'm feeling a little weird. Maybe it's because i've been rushing and doing everything in super speed since 6.30am in the morning. And suddenly everything came to a halt so i'm experiencing a little inertia (resistance and object has to change in its state of motion). I just feel that my soul is just floating around,not knowing what to do next.

Reflecting back on the past few days, i realized that a lot of people show their true colours when they are feeling pressured. Some people have some funny frown which is permanent on their foreheads as they speak, some raise their voices a lot, some become very defensive and the worse of them all, the guy that slam down the phone in the meeting. Sigh...i have no comments.

I guess i should start relaxing now before the vicious cycle starts again tomorrow at 6am. Crap, just got IM that i should log in tonight to continue working. Meanwhile i'm going to go talk crap with my weird freind who doesn't want to go back also.

Merdeka Day Journal...

9.00am - Morning, the moment i woke up, i had to get ready for pot-bless. Anyway, we reached there (public beach behind brown prince) rather late (my fault totally). Luckily it was a cheerful sunny day - the past few days has been raining cats and dogs. Highlight of the event....Janelle in sexy bikini.

1.30 pm - Next stop, hair maintenance. After not visiting the hair saloon for so long, my hair is beginning to look like the amazon jungle. I also waste a lot of time everyday in front of my mirror trying to tame my hair - contributing to my lateness to everything. Hence it's time i visited the hair saloon. As usual, it's painstakingly slow. And the 5 hours in that chair was pure torture. Picture of me being tortured....

7.00pm - Next agenda, sleep for 2 hours.

9.00pm - Meet up with Keith and go see doctor for my flu and allergy.

12.00am - go home and sleep again.

As you can see from the above, i'm not exactly a patriotic person. I think ppl born after merdeka (51 years and below) are generally not as patriotic as those who went through those hard times during the war. Kekeke....