So stress can die. Work. Freelance work. Christmas performance. And my stubborn, defiant resolve to have a social life on top of all those.
Went for Bren-Bren's birthday gathering last night with my A-Levels classmates whom I haven't met for 8 years. Everyone seemed to have blossomed. Prettier, slimmer, successfuller... and on and on. For the past 8 years they've all kept in touch, except me. Luckily those sweethearts didn't make me feel like a leper at Shangri-La. 8 years didn't exactly melt away within that 3 hours (I think it's got something to do with the cool front I maintained during A-Levels... it's totally not me) but we had a good time. I suspect the bottle of wine loosened their inhibition somewhat. I had two sips and was ready to hurl my RM98++ dinner.
Rushed off to jamming session with the boys once Bren-Bren blew her birthday candles. Didn't even stay to savour the cheesecake. GAAAARRR! Then I was late by an hour because of the FUCKING unpredictable unbelievable traffic jam on Genting Klang. I just DETEST that stretch to the marrow. Luckily we had a rocking good session. And supper which I insisted on buying.
I don't know how long I can pull off these midnight oil-burners. Feel tired to the very core of my soul. Days and weeks zoom past. I really need some quality me-time. My room and car needs my loving attention also. Lisa hasn't been washed since a month ago and my toilet's starting to develop an interesting orange-hue ring.
Please leave me alone this weekend.
Went for Bren-Bren's birthday gathering last night with my A-Levels classmates whom I haven't met for 8 years. Everyone seemed to have blossomed. Prettier, slimmer, successfuller... and on and on. For the past 8 years they've all kept in touch, except me. Luckily those sweethearts didn't make me feel like a leper at Shangri-La. 8 years didn't exactly melt away within that 3 hours (I think it's got something to do with the cool front I maintained during A-Levels... it's totally not me) but we had a good time. I suspect the bottle of wine loosened their inhibition somewhat. I had two sips and was ready to hurl my RM98++ dinner.
Rushed off to jamming session with the boys once Bren-Bren blew her birthday candles. Didn't even stay to savour the cheesecake. GAAAARRR! Then I was late by an hour because of the FUCKING unpredictable unbelievable traffic jam on Genting Klang. I just DETEST that stretch to the marrow. Luckily we had a rocking good session. And supper which I insisted on buying.
I don't know how long I can pull off these midnight oil-burners. Feel tired to the very core of my soul. Days and weeks zoom past. I really need some quality me-time. My room and car needs my loving attention also. Lisa hasn't been washed since a month ago and my toilet's starting to develop an interesting orange-hue ring.
Please leave me alone this weekend.
2 comments:
I want my quality time too. Have been working my balls off lately in the studio!
Then muscle up your willpower and have some shutdown time! You're like a permanent fixture in the studio already. Come come, go camping before I start bleeding.
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