let your troubles fall behind you

I've missed my classmates. I did join Imran, Mike and Joanne for lunch at Suntec (which resulted in me reaching the office at 1400hours when I left at 1130hours. eep!). Fish & Co. Very jelak after awhile.

Life's slowing down, which is a good thing. I haven't had proper rest, the kind where you wake up the next morning feel utterly refreshed. Each day I keep needing to hit the snooze button three times and then drag myself to do some situps and pushups before I'm awake enough to shower. Depressing ain't it?

I'm itching for a late-night/morning run.

You know how it is when you write and you try to find that perfect line, that sums everything up. Without being overly flashy and glittery, just direct. Simple and succint. Straight to the point. Which is what I failed to do at least in this blog. Sivam's and Padhman's words come to mind ( I refuse to admit that Karlie may have said this):

A is for Accuracy.
B is for Brevity.
C is for Clarity.

I try to inject a part of me into the article, maybe I should just stick to reporting, because it seems hella easier as compared to writing features.

Met K and her friends for drinks at Timbre. Her friend was supposedly playing but I didn't stay long enough to check out his keyboard skills. It was a nice night. One of the guys doing the whole boxing thing has this terribly cute smile. I caught some shots of him with the company camera. The boss better not see it. It'd be far too embarrassing for me. Haha.

I guess we judge people too fast and too much. We base our perceptions of others based on what other people tell us. Then again, who's to say the one telling us all of these things are a credible source? I take back my imposed judgement of people before I even get to know them. I've wronged people too much, too subtly in my own head.

Change is the only constant. And now, I need to shower. Because as much as I smell of seduction, I'm all icky from the day's work. Tomorrow, SENTOSA! If only because of some ground-breaking press conference thingamajig. Do I still have to go back to the office after that?

I hope not. It has been shown, I have more inspiration and motivation when I'm at Starbucks sipping on hot cafe mocha and watching eyecandies as I scribble random jibberish on my notepad. Aye.

If only my passion brought me more money. I don't think I'd jump on to another ship so soon. We're at the start of something amazing and incredible. Today's talk with the editor as he sent me to Novena made me re-think my selfish greedy little desires.

Oh well. If all else fails, just find a rich husband lor. HAH!

Somehow, it feels like the weekend already. And technically, I guess it already is.