I’ve been told stuff that alters my opinion yet incite certain thoughts and feelings that leaves me in conflict. I’m trying to put things in perspective and make my priorities clear. This clearly isn’t the right time. But then, it never is.
It’s a see-saw. One that I’m not enjoying and not up for the toll it takes. For it somehow slightly complicates what I want now. Not to a large extent, but still. Second time in a row. Who could have asked for better timing? I don’t have time for this and fine, I am hesitant, nervous and unsure.
Denise:They're best friends but they don't really talk to anyone else but each other. One's called Dale and i just happen to remember it cos its an unusual name.
Denise:The thing is, I always take a bit longer to remember his friend's name. so whenever I see the two of them together, that's what I think his name is - Chip. Now I'm worried that if I ever have to speak to him which is inevitable, I'll call him Chip.
Just a couple of minutes ago, I left my seat to and headed for the bathroom. I switched on the light only to hear a “pop” and have the bulb blow. I went in anyway only to come out seconds later and realizing that it had taken along the light in my my room along with it.
Now I’m stuck typing this in the dark. I’ll just like to give credit to my years of IM-ing for allowing me to be able to type in the dark without a problem at all.
Time for relocation. Or just merely upping and moving to a whole new place.
I went to bed at half-past two in the morning last night. I was dead the moment my head hit the pillow because my late night escapade the previous night and the subsequent 4 hour nap I had when I came back meant I was physically drained. I had to wake up at around nine for a cruel session of tutoring kids. It was hell. Add to the equation that I’m not well at the moment.
It was 40 past eleven in the morning today when my cell phone started buzzing. The House MD theme, no less. Groggied, I reached a hand up and shuffled around for my phone in a bid to shut it up and see who had the audacity to text me in the middle of my slumber. I scanned the message with bleary eyes and half-heartedly texted a quick reply before leaving the phone back on the table before passing out again, trying to find a comfy spot.
Minutes later, roughly about 20 or so later, the cell phone buzzed again. I repeated the same actions I took previously. Only this time, after texting a reply, I couldn’t go back to sleep. Frustrated, I sat up moaning and groaning. My sister who was up probably fifteen minutes earlier looked on at me in amusement, trying to hide her bemused smile. She attempted to ask me what’s wrong with her expression and I promptly replied with some grumpy comments about those who text me before stumbling out of bed and flopping on the couch in the living room.
I ended up watching some Hong Kong drama serial. No thanks to my Dad who conveniently switched to that channel and fell asleep in front of the TV mere minutes prior to my arrival.