So here I am, AGAIN! after a heavy early lunch of Muthu's curry, Smack Smack.
While I sit here and count the hairs on my arms, it is an excellent time to reflect and mope about life, once again (Yes roll your eyes why don't you).
1.I think I am a terrible friend.
Today, I just realised I missed a very close friend's birthday! I am gawdawful, and shall have to make it up to this friend over the weekend me thinks.
Not only do I miss friends' birthdays, because quite simply, I am disorganized and fail to mark it down on my calendars, I am also slow in responding to e-mails, sms-es and phone calls. Crap. I am the worst friend anyone could have. I am lazy and do not like to go out on rainy days. I HATE STREET JUICE. The dried up spit, urine and dog poop left by Singaporeans who failed moral education in school gets mixed into an exciting cocktail when it rains. Soaks our shoes, our toes, gets between our toes. Yucks.
I have birdcages and dried up bushes in a corner of my room waiting to be turned into art things. E-mails that need writing and replying (sorry Roy! Sharon! Iconoclastic! Christine! Theresa!), room that needs revamping, books that need reading (Self Abuse, Last tempatation of christ, prozac nation: Yes Gary Gan, I still have your book :( Man! I suck.
2.I suck at doing the PR thing. "Oh daaaahling, muack, muack..."
3.I am a magnet for tumultous relationships.
4.I am an open book but try my best to stay shut
Ah, enough.
Back to...work?
While I sit here and count the hairs on my arms, it is an excellent time to reflect and mope about life, once again (Yes roll your eyes why don't you).
1.I think I am a terrible friend.
Today, I just realised I missed a very close friend's birthday! I am gawdawful, and shall have to make it up to this friend over the weekend me thinks.
Not only do I miss friends' birthdays, because quite simply, I am disorganized and fail to mark it down on my calendars, I am also slow in responding to e-mails, sms-es and phone calls. Crap. I am the worst friend anyone could have. I am lazy and do not like to go out on rainy days. I HATE STREET JUICE. The dried up spit, urine and dog poop left by Singaporeans who failed moral education in school gets mixed into an exciting cocktail when it rains. Soaks our shoes, our toes, gets between our toes. Yucks.
I have birdcages and dried up bushes in a corner of my room waiting to be turned into art things. E-mails that need writing and replying (sorry Roy! Sharon! Iconoclastic! Christine! Theresa!), room that needs revamping, books that need reading (Self Abuse, Last tempatation of christ, prozac nation: Yes Gary Gan, I still have your book :( Man! I suck.
2.I suck at doing the PR thing. "Oh daaaahling, muack, muack..."
3.I am a magnet for tumultous relationships.
4.I am an open book but try my best to stay shut
Ah, enough.
Back to...work?