Sunday, October 10, 2004
bye life!
The fateful nite has finally dawned. (Wait, isnt dat oxymoronic?!) So much for my poetic effort. Anyway, i hv to drag my gurlie ass to wrk 2mr. I wanted to add in "Finally" but it wud seem like i hv been longing for wrk, of wch i'm not, evidently.
In fact, i m so fugging dpressing now i tink i mite juz drop dead. Dis is the exact shitty situation i din wanto go thru; starting to get blue on Sunday bcoz of the dreadful oncoming of a working Monday. Dis is so fugging annoying....pp shd wrk oni when dey wanto!! Everybody! Say HELL YEAH!!!
I duno wot got mi, perhaps the predictable lost of copious freedom, perhaps the foreseeable office politics i may potentially b entangled in2, perhaps the peanuts i wud b gettg at the end of the mth despite wrking my ass off like a retarded cow.
The constant wail for more independence and wealth notwithstanding, it doesn't mean i cant fugging bitch abt how bleddy unbalanced i m rite now. Not dat i wanto b difficult, but there r so many things in life dat i wan but do not hv now dat i cant stop but grimace at how pathetic i m s an individual, for i am doink ntg abt those unfulfilled aspirations cept to type away furiously on my keyboard n irritating fellow blogders wif dis enraged entry.
Yea yea...i hv heard soooo many similar comments abt giving the job a try n who noes i mite like it..yada yada...but it wud b much much better if my dilemma is more empathized on. Dis wud b ezier to explain if i can b more succint tho...pardon my lack of vocabs n appropriate xpressions. I tink i mite b suffering frm a "temporary lack of articulation AND brains" for dat matter.
Hold on....i tink i m too overwhelmed by dpression now dat i cant reli blog smoothly, despite wanting to. Perhaps i shd blog when i m feeling sounder, if there is such a word. Meanwhile, i shall list down a few of my many wishes.
1) More wealth. ( trust mi, dis IS the oni fugging reason y i'm takg dis rubbish job. So dun come tellg mi patronizg stuff like i'll learn to like it, coz i m confident at best, i'll learn not to hate it.)
2) More happiness. ( oni achievable if no 1, 3, 4, 5, 6 are achieved.)
3) Pink health. ( for everybdy ard mi s well.)
4) Beauty. ( dat precludes being slimmer n not hving fugging pimples, plenty enuff to devour mi alive!)
5) My own room. ( a wish dat has been unfulfilled for eons now.)
6) A cat i call my own. ( dis will almoz b impossible s long s those hideous n useless luohans r still around....)
7) And at the risk of soundg bimboistic, WORLD PEACE. (Stop fighting!! u fugging moronic idiots!)
Ok dat's it for now. I hv to continue to mope over my sad life....or veri soon, wud b the veri lack of it.
¶ J poppycocked at 10:37:00 PM
In fact, i m so fugging dpressing now i tink i mite juz drop dead. Dis is the exact shitty situation i din wanto go thru; starting to get blue on Sunday bcoz of the dreadful oncoming of a working Monday. Dis is so fugging annoying....pp shd wrk oni when dey wanto!! Everybody! Say HELL YEAH!!!
I duno wot got mi, perhaps the predictable lost of copious freedom, perhaps the foreseeable office politics i may potentially b entangled in2, perhaps the peanuts i wud b gettg at the end of the mth despite wrking my ass off like a retarded cow.
The constant wail for more independence and wealth notwithstanding, it doesn't mean i cant fugging bitch abt how bleddy unbalanced i m rite now. Not dat i wanto b difficult, but there r so many things in life dat i wan but do not hv now dat i cant stop but grimace at how pathetic i m s an individual, for i am doink ntg abt those unfulfilled aspirations cept to type away furiously on my keyboard n irritating fellow blogders wif dis enraged entry.
Yea yea...i hv heard soooo many similar comments abt giving the job a try n who noes i mite like it..yada yada...but it wud b much much better if my dilemma is more empathized on. Dis wud b ezier to explain if i can b more succint tho...pardon my lack of vocabs n appropriate xpressions. I tink i mite b suffering frm a "temporary lack of articulation AND brains" for dat matter.
Hold on....i tink i m too overwhelmed by dpression now dat i cant reli blog smoothly, despite wanting to. Perhaps i shd blog when i m feeling sounder, if there is such a word. Meanwhile, i shall list down a few of my many wishes.
1) More wealth. ( trust mi, dis IS the oni fugging reason y i'm takg dis rubbish job. So dun come tellg mi patronizg stuff like i'll learn to like it, coz i m confident at best, i'll learn not to hate it.)
2) More happiness. ( oni achievable if no 1, 3, 4, 5, 6 are achieved.)
3) Pink health. ( for everybdy ard mi s well.)
4) Beauty. ( dat precludes being slimmer n not hving fugging pimples, plenty enuff to devour mi alive!)
5) My own room. ( a wish dat has been unfulfilled for eons now.)
6) A cat i call my own. ( dis will almoz b impossible s long s those hideous n useless luohans r still around....)
7) And at the risk of soundg bimboistic, WORLD PEACE. (Stop fighting!! u fugging moronic idiots!)
Ok dat's it for now. I hv to continue to mope over my sad life....or veri soon, wud b the veri lack of it.
¶ J poppycocked at 10:37:00 PM