Better things
List of things I can do full-time instead of my job:
1. Read my books.
2. Get better at Rock Band.
3. Skate and improve.
4. Jog.
5. Go to the film store and process my used film rolls. Shoot some more. But I am not artsy when it comes to taking photos because I only take pictures of myself and my friends.
6. Watch movies.
7. Go out.
Seriously, there’s a lot to for me to do but I am always bored.
I enjoy car music.
I do. I enjoy it most when I am riding with RJ in umm, his car. We usually listen to metal - you know, stuff like Megadeth, Judas Priest, the occassional Children of Bodom. Love, basically. I also learned to enjoy Braintax the other month. His iPod is so diverse, what can I say?
Sometimes, I catch us not talking for minutes and minutes because we’re enjoying the music. I’d hum, whistle, and sing. He’d bop his head and air-guitar the solos. He encourages me to sleep even if the ride takes only 30 minutes and that’s the only time we have together for that day. There are days when he’d pick me up from my house and take me to work at night even after his own long and tiring day. That would be double, maybe triple his original travel time.
I feel so calm whenever we’re driving. I feel so safe and content. Things always seem to be perfect - he always has some good music playing when I hop in. He holds me when we’re stopped. I lean in for kisses. I’d love to do this everyday. Sometimes, I don’t know why we aren’t married yet.
Compulsion
Sad that I realized this only now.
Moleskine planners, domain installations, credit cards, shopping. Among other things.
It’s also sad that I cannot elaborate on it because I am feeling lazy.
A Year of Lazy Sundays.
Went downstairs to look for coffee.
Found coffee-flavored ice cream.
I love my life.
Everything Has A Price
I think I should be more careful when it comes to enjoying life. See, I now believe that you have to figuratively pay for every ounce of fun you experience. It’s happening to me now.
I wish, though, that I had some say in the barter. Perfection has come sporadically in my life for the last 3 years, but I have been shat on in the face a lot as well.
In trying to stay in this job that I have, a lot of other things in this little life of mine have gone defective. For instance: last year. My relationship with my boyfriend was put to the test. We both had to deal with a lot of drama that have been related and not so related to my job. I believe we’ve seen the end of that.
Also, this year.. huh! My relationship with my family has hopped on the scales of justice. Who would’ve thought, right? I’ve not yet seen the end of this.
And then there are small things I’ve forgotten about, but I know they were there.
My boss was half-yelling at me last night. I just took it like a big girl because I have really nothing to say. It’s sad to see that I am now fucking up my kind source of income, but I’ve gotten tired of all of it and I just think it is not being fair to me anymore.
I think you know what’s coming next.
So beautiful and only twenty-three. - Anberlin
I turned twenty-three a few weeks ago. I guess a commemoration of my birthday this year would have been a great first post for the nth re-opening of this blog, but I was busy with other things (aka life).
I thought about reinstating this site only 4 hours ago. I fixed my shit, installed Wordpress, and now I am being a nerd.
Anyway, too much introduction is always a bore.
So, my legs hurt like a bitch. Our office fire alarm went off the other night. There weren’t any flames or anything, but we had to use the fire exit on our way out. We descended 16 freaking floors. I do not exercise nor do I use my legs for intense physical activities so now my legs hate me. I swear, I cannot walk normally and staircases have become even unfriendlier.
Also, that Friday, my frustration about work and life in general got the best of me. I took two shots of tequila for midnight lunch before I went back to the office to resume work. That made me feel more calm. Lord knows it wouldn’t be right if I suddenly shouted at everybody or slapped every person I see. After work, I ate breakfast and downed two more shots of that Mexican wonder. Nothing like good tequila in the morning.
I applied for a new credit card since my old one was confiscated by my parents. I have been a bad girl, you see. I’m getting the Red Mastercard from HSBC, just because it says it’s for ladies and I am a sucker for anything that could potentially give me discounts for lady stuff. Shopping should be more fun once I get it.
These past few months (since I got back from my vacation) have been extreme. I feel like I’ve managed to squeeze a lifetime in those June to September months. I’ve never done that before.
