i read yanyan's latest entry and then thought to myself; what chasing dreams have made me into.
i used to think pleated hair and dreadlocks are like totally cool until i told my bf off that i actually self-proclaimed i'm not that cool to carry out that hairstyles. when in fact, 3 or 4 years back, whenever my hairstylist has something crazy and wacked, i was his faithful guinea pig.
school and part-time jobs were never obstacles to party hard and meet my gfs and bfs and God knows who else i used to have the time to entertain. i survived the morning lectures, the hot scorching mengantukkan tutorials and the late night outs.
and all i want to do now is to clear those invoices (left by the previous old hongkee BITCH) before i go for my holiday. and trust me, there are over hundreds of them i swear i'm not kidding. so for those who think i got my often increments thru under-table blowjobs, fuck you. for those who think the job scope of an administrator only deals with phone calls and self mani-pedi behind the desk, fuck you too. lets just hope i could clear another 80 invoices like i did these couple of days my tmrw. and it's draining me out. me eyes are getting kero-er as the days go by. my migraine attacks are more frequent nowadays. my hot milo is my only remedy which always quickly turns cold after 8mins in the super cold aircon office. and these are just mere complains from me. not that i'm hating my job.
in fact, i'm loving every invoice in it.
but i hate what i've become today. for now. for this second. i need more than a holiday.
