Mundane Nothings

You know, when Inception first opened here, I noticed a hike in the number of FB status raving about its awesomeness. I'd roll my eyes. I mean, seriously, how awesome can a one-word-titled movie be? Little did I know, I was sooo wrong. I accidentally caught the movie last night, thanks to me really bored sis, and boy was I blown away. I walked out of the cinema, thinking of what I'd have for my personal Totem. Whoosh. I'm still trying to figure that part out though. Christopher Nolan, bless your heart! I finally managed to return that silly graduation gown and yes I got my fifty bucks back, without even having to utter a single word. It was nice, especially on a day when I really didn't feel like talking. Hailed a cab, which by the way took damn long to come. I had to wait like for an hour before I finally spotted a cab. At that instant I seriously contemplated just bidding that fifty bucks away. Like perhaps, I could just burn the gown and derive some twisted level of ...

I need a wardrobe overhaul. I want long, flowy skirts. Loads of them. I want long hair that could dance in the wind. I want to be able to wrap my hair in a bun and have flowers stuck in it, don't ask. Its my current fling. Flowers. I want to be able to walk around, barefoot. Again, don't ask, it must be the innate amazonian tendencies in me set in motion by my status quo. I want to be made. Ok, re-made. I need a change. We'll see how much I'm willing to invest in that. My status quo. What is it again? My big, like really big boss handed me a letter from the Bigger than big boss. It says that I'm a Geo 1.1. Whatever that is. I didn't want to read that letter but the words "1 year of probation" caught my attention. And it didnt help that my bosses were telling me how I'm now "legal." Now that, mind you, isn't as good as it used to sound. You know how when you were 15, you can't wait to reach 16 coz that makes you bloody well "l...

No, I didnt die. Unfortunately so. I think I'm a boring teacher. I have an uncanny ability to make everything sound really mundane. It doesnt help that the school's computer is running on some ancient operating system that is super slow and it doesnt support most of the fancy fonts and animations. Not that, THAT would spice up my ever boring lessons. Its frustrating. I can't help but feel lousy. Gue maunya kelas yang sederhana aja. Enggak mau yang punya anak2 yang terlalu pandai lagi bijaksana. Gue stress dibuatnya. Semuanya sok tau aja. Gawat! Blearh. On a happier note, I've got my Hongkong-Korea trip settled. Yeah, no Christmassy-Japan, coz I couldn't possibly spend Christmas without the family. I'd feel miserable. :) :D I can't wait till the end of the year! Hmm... 3 weeks down so 17 more weeks to go! Yeah~

And I'll say that again...I'm really convinced. That's what the presence of blood tends to generate. Hematuria. Like a lot! You know, suddenly I wish all that is coming out of my V instead of elsewhere. I know, this potentially gonna be a lewd post that i'd probably regret at some point in the coming days. The hell, but that where the 'delete post' option comes in. Nonetheless, I have this dire need in me to let this all out so that I won't end up weeping in my sleep and then not wake up again and then regretting not leaving any trace of my existence behind. I know, I'm being overwhelmingly dramatic, but I'm not me without some drama sprinkled on ya. I don't mean to sound like Ris Low, I just naturally punctuate my sentences with a 'ya' and hell, I started doing that way before her! Back to the matter at hand. I'm dying. I'm no doctor, but if I were to guess I think it's stone in the bladder. *shrugs* Hmm, if it is, I want to ...

Its really funny how things turn out, when you just couldn't give a rat's ass about planning anymore. Surprisingly good. The irony of all ironies. Perhaps sometimes its good to be reckless. Just dive into things. Don't think, just do it. Or wait for things to happen and then take a step along and follow through. Life at the workplace is bearable. Thus far. I am drained by the time I get home, but I can still find my way home, so yeah. It is bearable. I just hope I could plan more lessons instead of embarking entirely on this insane syllabus chase. I hate these mindless giving out and collecting of worksheets. I wanna put a halt to it but I know it is beyond my control. I need to part-take in this paper rush, whether I like it or not. Damn it! And the marking, isn't supposed to be this overwhelming, is it? Perhaps, I've lost my stamina for marking. Great, now I'm making up excuses. Investiture is next week and it our presence is made mandatory. Sucks. It's a ...