I came home to an empty house today and that was the first thing I said. I have always wanted to utter those words, it's just that I never actually got in a situation where it applies. But today, for some weird reason, I spurt it out and guess what?... Guess la!

Yes, it felt so damn good!!! Like something that was supposed to be let lose finally got its chance to be liberated. Like a fart that has always wanted to be one with the local air. Cool right? My analogies are becoming more blatant. A sign of an impending onslaught of trigger-happy moments.

Anyways, I bought my ticket to Fried Rice Paradise. Finally. I had to give in to catching it on T-day coz all the slots I wanted were fully booked. Like what the hell? So now, I'll be stuck in the same hall with a whole lotta teachers (Read: EWE), breathing the same air, laughing at the same things, clapping at the same curtain call. So much for wanting to stash my occupation into obscurity. Oh well...

This reminds me...

To Jeffrey, the guy who gave us a pretty preppy talk during our induction week, _|_. I do not want the world to know what I do for a living, but that is not to say that I am not proud of it. I will not yell my occupation out across the table and I will be very silent about it. Again, that is not to say that I am not proud of it. I have my moments. There are times when I thank god for having nudged me in this direction, there are also times when I look up in the sky and scream for god to pluck me off this earth. Whether I choose to tell ppl what I do for a living or not, is my choice and it has nothing to do with liking or not liking my status quo. Your words are ringing in my head as I type this out, I am silently wishing for us to cross paths again, this time perhaps on a personal level, ie, just you and me. So I could spit my two cents worth into your face, with just two words.

There you go, I feel better already.