life stuck in the slow lane.

How insane are you?

Totally Sane

Never in your dull life have you made an irrational decision. You are as sane as it gets, and you would never entertain the idea of sticking a banana up your bottom for no reason.

uh. yeah.

we were already inside the cab when i realized the driver looked like a walking corpse he needed some sleep really badly. too late. paeng discreetly called my attention and i grunted in affirmation - yeah, i know.

so i'm jumping to conclusions. the driver was okay, really. driving not too fast, no swerving, no senseless small talk - in fact, he was quiet the whole time until i had to get off my stop. quite unnerving, really, the whole appearance, demeanor, and all.

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since monday, i've been doing little but kill time. because falling ill effectively fucked up my work training, i am forced to go on (unpaid) leave until friday (when i start my training under a new training batch).

four days of doing nothing! after a few years months of bumhood, doing nothing really lost its fun. or i'm just drawn to work lately because of restlessness, i've grown to dislike not doing anything. only, there aren't a lot of things to keep me occupied.

plus, i have to leave the house everyday as if i'm still working because i don't want to go explaining to mum why i'm on leave this soon after getting hired. sigh. mothers...

so today was spent hanging out with mia and her friends in katips, which turned out to be better (and perhaps more productive) than i'd anticipated it to become. i got to see isi, for one, and it's so good to see my wundergirl again after so long. i got to talk to mia about a collaboration work we will be doing (and i'm already excited with her ideas). later, we went ukay hunting, then crashed into her mom's birthday. that's free dinner, courtesy of her mom's excellent cooking.

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i can't believe i'm saying this:

i can't wait for friday. i can't wait for work. i can't wait for routine. i can't wait for waking up everyday knowing where i will be going, knowing (more or less) what i will be doing, and being paid for it.

it's a sad way to live, don't you think?

but it's true. and it scares me.