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A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.
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25. My age, 2 days later. Which means I'll officially be on the wrong side of 30. This number also applies to my current waistline before breakfast. Man, I'm feeling damn sad now. Sob.
0%. Percentage of notes (for my ISO interview) that I have finished revising. This also applies to the amount of work (that I'm supposed to finish over the weekend) that has been completed. I'm so screwed.
1415. Time I woke up today.
11.5. Number of hours I slept. And yes, I'll be taking a nap later.
7. Number of days my new Samsung mp3 player lasted before dying on me. Wth this sucks.
3-5. Number of days required to get my mp3 player fixed. Wth.
$250. Estimated price of the Freitag bag that I want.
<$250. Estimated amount of money left in my pathetic bank account.
16. Number of days to my payday. Wahlaueh seems damn long, can?
<1. Number of days left to Monday. I can sense a huge bout of Monday blues coming already.
4. Number of days I'd need to work this week, if my leave is approved. Woohoo!
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Zilch. Nada. Zero.
That's how mundane my life has become. I do the same stuff everyday, so much so that sometimes I wonder if I'm stuck in a neverending dream that is stuck on repeat mode. Permanently.
Gone were the days of dodging psychotic aunties, of sitting in my poly's canteen with my bludders and beo-ing cute guys (but ended up attracting the hopeless ones instead, argh), of piao-ing the streets with my bludders on a regular basis and traumatize everyone else...
Argh I want my old life back!
But damnit, I have to face the fact that my life has now become just about as interesting as, say, a slug crawling, and I don't see any point in writing mundane stuff to bore my pathetically few readers, like:
a. how I dug
b. how I shamelessly
c. how I realised, while trying on jeans yesterday, that my figure is exactly the same as that of Kim Samsoon's (that girl in that 9pm Korean show), right down to the thunder thighs, ballooning waistlines and butterfly arms. And bad hair. Jeez. I so wanna cry right now.
d. how while buying the newspapers yesterday, I was called Da Jie (!!!) by the vendor. I'm praying fervently that it was my imagination.
e. and how I'm supposed to be doing my work review (due tomorrow) now, and barely 5 minutes into it I'm already getting bored and ended up writing a blog post instead. Man, I seriously need to get my priorities right.
*takes a deep breath*
Ok, back to work. Sian.
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But I guess I was wrong.
Writing a lengthy post about a certain unhappy incident, and yet lacking the courage to click the 'Publish Post' button - now, that is a friggin' good indication of how reluctant I am to let people know what's going on in my mind.
I must admit, I've not been completely open with my views and in the posts that I've written. There are a lot of things that I want to write about, but I just don't have the courage to.
Because some things are better left unsaid.
I think I'm really pathetic.
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On closer inspection, it was my reflection in the mirror.
Great.
Think it's time for me to get that botox shot.
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