Ree thought I would have wanted to go for some food. But I told him I wanted to go home. After I dropped him, I was on my way back from work. I didn’t have much to say and didn’t had much expressions on my face… Knowing nothing much would be resolved even if I reach home, I took a spin around bypassing the normal routes I used to take. With the louder-than-usual-which-is-slightly-better-than-whispering volume of music track playing, I was driving to nowhere. I still feel weird… and perhaps stunned – for not understanding how could one still showing his disposition whilst putting blame on the wrong person for the wrong reason. And on top of everything, everyone knows what’s happening…

Ever since I knew what this world is all hell about, I practiced hard to be a civilized person keeping my sanity in every moment I was aware of, and until today I still am. Apart from the practice, I admit to myself that elements of stubbornness and insurgent are in my soul. But whenever this little spark flickers, are they to be taken into judgement? Sometimes I wonder do I have a severe attitude problem that might make people around me feel sick, and how well do I cope with challenges, especially those that require a lot of impromptus emotional control. Getting on nerves is one thing, but the in-betweenings and outcome could simply eat up the good condition/relationship. Ahh whatever! What is up, is up. Life just could be much better, isn’t it?

I supposed to be not working tonight. It wasn’t in my routine schedule but just being a helpful substitute instead. And after all, I was being treated with these ridiculous confrontations that eventually led me home with a box of bloody expensive so-called branded ice-cream, a medium-sized bar of VH full cream chocolate, and a loaf of toast’em bread. AND, I’d actually finished chomping the first two items through and one-third of the loaf. See how it shakes me…

Or is it because YOU notice that I don’t really have much thing to write about here lately, and so came out with this rather ‘spicing’ piece of shit? Uhh I’d rather believe that…

Mood: Farcically laughable
Music: The Remedy, by Jason Mraz