I hate packing.

Packed 23 kg worth of belongings so far. & I reckoned the person I will miss the most, Miss LJ. Will you miss me too?

Suddenly there are so many things that I wanna do over here.
-Zoo
-Science Centre
-Daiso
-Centro on Sundays
-Slack around town with a book on weekdays
-Watching dvds @ home
-Play pool
-Mambo?!?
-Blah Blah

 

It feels like Chinese New Year today. I don't know why exactly. Maybe, of my pink tee. Maybe, its the food. Swensons + Steamboat. Alrites, swensons aint very newyearish. Maybe, its of the simple fact that its the end, the end of my internship! Weeeeee.
 
A week left to bum around. I wish its slightly longer. *sulks*
 
I realised that I ain't confuse about most stuff. I simply refuse to face up to reality. To the past. To the future. Living in the past? Aint most of us doing it? You harp on your past accomplishments all the time, dont you? You in particular, not generalizing here (in case, my blog has a sudden surge in popularity and hate mail starts coming in)
 
Oh peeps, I got gmail! lalala..
 
Yes I'm boring.
The addy would be,
 
pinglee@gmail.com
 
Love me and mail me there!
 
A little advertising here. For the Tony Leung fans out there, from unreliable sources, he would be at the starhub anniversary roadshow this weekend. (Read: Unreliable)
 
 
 

The hours seem longer these days. Perhaps, I had exhausted all modes of communications, be it ICQ, free incoming, and MSN. I hate this feeling. Religiously striking off the days towards the end of this internship, I can’t help but dream of my own haven in Bangkok. (Sorry Hui) Definitely considering the last resort of staying in a studio apartment by myself. Last resort I emphasize. I can’t wait.

There’s always a flip side to everything. You and me entitled to our own opinions. You with your views, perhaps disgust and doubt for me and me vice versa. Stubborn me do and want things my way. I’m learning to adapt. I tried to fit myself into your shoes but different upbringing and methodology makes your shoes an uncomfortable fit to me. Really really. I’m still trying to fit no doubt but forgive me if I can’t.

I tell the world I hate routine. Yet many a times, I do thrive on routine. The regular office hours bitching sessions, abusing Starhub free incoming. The place I call home. The friends I call friends really. I’m really just an emotional bitch if you know me. One who don’t know where she is heading as usual. A walking contradiction. A simple contradiction.

I had a dreadful Thursday morning. Horrible horrible.
::Pouring
::No Seats on bus
::Wrong Bus
::Change Buses
::Train
::Queue Jumping woman
::Cold & Wet
::Seiko dying
::Bruised Apple
::Male Chauvinistic lunch talk

Perhaps Im merely plain stubborn. Perhaps, I dont see a need to. Perhaps it should not even be an issue on my mind, and if it is an issue, then its all not right. Perhaps Im just plain cynical.

Im striking the days off my makeshift calendar @ work. 14 more days. An extra week to bum & I be off to the land of smiles. I would miss certain people in my life definitely. Well, a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do. (bull)

My life is utterly boring. Apart from working a range of 8.5 to 10 hours a day, out the remaining 14 hours, 4,5 or 6 hours spent sleeping, 2 hours on travel, n the rest, eating, stoning, pooling, watching, stoning in town.

Miss melody is going wild with her shopping in sydney. *crosses fingers*

Adidas originals is going on 40% but please don't touch my italia size 37.