gobbledigook.
[ a morbid fascination that borders on obsession. ]
Friday, March 23, 2007
placebo effect.
If i could compile the stuff i did post A-levels, i can create a book and name it The Wasted Chronicles. Wasting at its very best. There was scant regard for time-time wasn't a factor. It was just a matter of what and where. You name it, i'll be there. From Al-Ameen Nights, to my maiden clubbing experience, from sleeping binges to sleepless marathons-there now exist a larger repertiore of things that i can say, 'been there, done that.' And most probably, this is the only period of my life that i can afford such apathy, sloth, spendthriftness and imprudence.Yes i've jumped straight to the acceptance stage for my results. I truly believe its a blessing in disguise. It certainly wasn't the results i desired, but i know somehow these very grades are the ones who will carry me far in life. It knocked some humility in me, teaching an important lesson on earning things the hard way. I still have not submitted the various university application forms, with deadlines looming in about a week's time despite taking time of from work(a week!).
Also, i'm sort of a anything-goes kind of person. So the bevy of courses available don't faze me. I know whatever course they throw to me, i can make it likeable and have an interest in it. But of course i would like to pick a course of my choice, to avoid the hassle of the former. Then comes the tinge of regret, peppered with the 'what-ifs' that i hope i would not even come across.
Work have been quite a bore lately. Very much subdued and a yawn. Most probably is because i'm always tired at work. I've been pestering the store manager to quit, but after some persuation and a 'bonus' of 3 days pay, i caved in to a few more days of night duty. With the new '7-11 customer courtesy' routine kicking in, your mouth would be firing greetings and pleasantries faster than a Kalashnikov's and zipping to and fro like nobody's business. Look out for it, its seriously ridiculous. All this for $4.50 per hour. You got to be kidding. Its a convenience store, not a concierge service.
Another point on work, it matter on what you wear. As in at the first look, people would judge you on your education and etiquette. Just because i work at 7-11, people assume i have no education and cannot speak proper english, while Din, attached to a polyclinic for his polytechnic ITP, wears a lab coat and people think he is a doctor. Just a point of comparison.
Been bumming a lot lately, late night suppers, some meaningless chalets, plenty of town trips, and an odd foray into the clubbing world. I think half on the time since the last entry was spent outside(not including work, which was sporadic due to my demand for pay rise), the other on my bed or watching House. The visit to MoS was alright, but it wasn't my type of chlling out. 28 buck!! Plus with the 2 drink coupons, i don't even drink. That was the 2 most expensive orange juice i ever had. Plus the smoky atmosphere(pardon the pun), dimly lit rooms, blinding lights and thumping(literally) music wasn't my cup of orange juice(or for the drinkers, fill in your choice of drink).
Maybe is aforementioned is due to the deteriorating ties at home. Communication is just for the bare necessities. I've perfected the art of one-liners. Sometimes i don't see the point in talking/answering when they already reached an conclusion. Tempers flare easily, accusations fly wildly, words fire repeatedly. Even Bush and Ahmadinejad would stop bickering and listen. Even when the tension is eased after a few days for cold war, an uneasy calm lingers. You see me as a hotel tenant, i see you as the landlord.
Many have noticed the increased discolouration of my skin. No worries about that, i'm fine. I just suffered an infection which flared my dermatitis, thus causing the rash to spread. Thankfully, a jab to the butt and a dose of antibiotics flushed out the germs and i'm rehabilitating. Doctor says another 3-6 months my skin would be more or less normal, but not so in the aspect of colour.
Some random notes: i've gained 9 kg in the last 3 months! I'm nearly broke, thanks 7-11 for delaying my pay for 2 weeks and counting. Guys want to put on weight and girls want to lose them. Adiboo and long hair don't go together. And i can't wait for NS.
"And when everything will be decided, Satan will say:"Behold, Allah promised you something that was bound to come true. I too, held out promises to you- but I deceived you. Yet I had no power at all over you: but I called you- and you responded unto me. Hence, blame not me, but blame yourselves." (Surah Ibrahim:22)
Something to ponder on.
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