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7shades of H.sanity +
sentimental.happy.angry.high.virgo.daydreamer.perfectionist.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009



hello.
another day, another story i guess. i gave mom a miss call in the morning and when she called me back, i found out that she was already at the airport. i guess my sms went to her a little later than usual. mom is flying off to thailand again to do whatever she does best - shopping and spend tons of money.

the house is never the same without anyone. i know that sounds very 'duh' but i hate that shift of personality in the household when anyone is gone… i know i have always been a mama's boy. so when mom goes off, i do get a little uncomfortable. it always seems like mom, though highly judgmental and cynical, is always the one i can complain/talk to. just the other day i nagged at myself for my incompetence to be successful in my life, or reach some kind of benchmark. she said its my fault and i make my own choices and that i am a loser. i was pissed off, then i was inspired. i am going to do up my web portfolio and make a benchmark for myself! mom afterwards starting to skip around the house and do some kind of pony prance. i guess that's her way of cheering me up.

today i scooted over to school to photocopy my readings. i have 247 pages to read about christian psychology. not uncommon for your average theologian perhaps. zzz. well it so seems that i have the hurry disease, its pretty common for twenty-first century babies. in short, we hate our lives and want more more more more out of everything. so we go into mad drunk frenzies of workaholism and do everything and anything that we diieeeeeee. well, some consolation in there is that i met jesus. or else i will be running around like a hyperactive squirrel that is running around doing errands and building mountains with chestnuts. well, not that i am not hyperactive anyway… or mad. or dying. but aiyah i don't know la. according to the book, i am also guilty of obsessive consumerism. zzz. another common symptom for a twenty-first century baby. who cares. i am stressed. i don't 'want' it. i need it. i deserved it. yay for retail therapy. (hahaha so much for conviction)

anyway, i have got 50 pages done. so that's a little bit of an accomplishment. and i have got myself snow leopard on my mac! it is sooooo sweeeeet.

and seriously man. i heart ion starbucks. the. best. place. to. study. manly voice cute girl was at the cashier today. like always, you block out the sound and its fine. (booming and low): HELLO SIR. DO YOU WANT A CHEESECAKE TO GO ALONG? sigh. i hope christmas comes soon. it will give me an excuse to buy her lozenges.