beyond the open road

1. We have a new addition to the office. Her name is Nico/Niko, I don't really know and that kind rhymes. She sits in front of me now. The furniture's all been re-arranged here in the office. Gone are the shelves by the wall and everything is all blank and bare. Kinda creepy.

2. I do not get hangovers (thank god for that) but I do get extremely tired and exhausted. I am thinking its because of the long day I had (jam and then dinner and drinks with Rui and friends and then clubbing) that got me concussed right after I got back from lessons on Sunday. When I reached home after chilling with the main homie (and friends), I turned my laptop on and was just about to check my mail when my phone rang. Suffice to say, after I ended the call, I concussed and didn't wake up till today. Yes, my laptop battery went flat but hey my iPod got charged. :D

3. It's only Monday but my Thursday and Friday has been conveniently booked by work. Incredible. See a bunch of office boys fight (ala Fight Club, though less vicious) and meet schools back-to-back for meetings and the like. Work-wise for today, almost finishing off the netball article and I've found most of the dates for the Asian Calendar.

4. Pictures to come, once I get my butt back home and after my run. Yes, I am going to run today. By hook or by crook. Right now am just sleepy and stoned. I keep falling off to Slumberland and you have no idea how many cups of coffee (instant and unsweetened no less. yech) I downed just to try and keep myself awake. Does not help that the weather is supremely fucked up. Rain, cold, just nice for snuggling underneath the sheets next to a warm body (or not) and just snoozing the day away.

GAH! Anyway, I'm contemplating selling off my old stick and getting a carbonfibre GRAYS stick. If only because I want to go back to sports and Niko/Nico says that I can possbly train with her and the Police team. Hmm. Just a little bit more and I'll be done with the X-Country article. As it stands, I finall completed the WZ Netball one. Gah. Took me forever to figure out just exactly how to end it. And note, it's to end the damn thing and nothing more.

Judging by how I'm writing my article, I sense a lot of sardonic mockery. Bad girl. Bad bad girl. But I can't help it can I if I found it to be nothing more than a terrible bore. The usual drama and hyped-up climaxes that aren't really anything more than a cry for desperate attention. If you ask me, sounds like someone I know very much.

Places to hit soon: The Cannery (you get The Clinic AND Ministry of Sound) and The Butter Factory. Did I mention that there are plenty of octopuses in clubs? Is that what it spells like plural? Hmm. Anyway, yes. Or maybe they're colled octopi. Whatever it is, their hands are all over, not wanted the least bit and apparently giving them the look doesn't always work because they're sometimes too drunk or just plain pajiao.

Right. Back to work. Be the good girl that I am. The fright I had this morning, thinking I was gonna get tossed into the can. :/