Bleahz...
It's becoming very restless, this life of mine.
Everyday's just lack-lustre. The process of selecting clothes to go to work has become an extremely pathetic and challenging chore - the wardrobe seemed to be full clothes, but none of them are suitable to wear to clothes (that is, even when I work in a creative industry, where one need not wear too formally) . It seems that the regular clothes that were worn to work were gone.
It's not as if many were unwashed or were un-ironed. They just don't seem substantial for selection. As a result, and this worker wore the most uninspired clothes to work. Uncoordinated top and the same set of accessories for 3 consecutive days.
That's bore 1.
There's no desire to go hang out or whatsoever, somewhat. Things are looking uninteresting. The shopping malls offer no excitement, shops were passed by without a desire to checkout the items sold. Well, there was a time when a stopover was made at the Aldo shoe and bags store at Suntec mall, en route to watch Wild Hogs.
What really holds the desire back was probably the thought of having to scrimp on expenditure for a period of time, 8 mths to be exact. Because the decision has been made to pay the translation tuition fee to the company via deduction from the monthly salary starting this month. The intentions to move on to other places with the skill kinda propelled this attempt to clear the "debt" as soon as possible with this company before I move on.
So that's a plan. A very bright, hopeful one indeed. However, what's hard to bear is it's process.
Anyway, better to bite the bullet than to drag on.
So that's bore 2.
Bore 3 is the perpetual bugging recently that my attempts to get myself acquainted with have turned futile. Nevertheless, the search is still on.
(In this post, attempts have been made to reduce the mention of "I". Kinda getting tired of the perpetual mention of myself recently.)
Everyday's just lack-lustre. The process of selecting clothes to go to work has become an extremely pathetic and challenging chore - the wardrobe seemed to be full clothes, but none of them are suitable to wear to clothes (that is, even when I work in a creative industry, where one need not wear too formally) . It seems that the regular clothes that were worn to work were gone.
It's not as if many were unwashed or were un-ironed. They just don't seem substantial for selection. As a result, and this worker wore the most uninspired clothes to work. Uncoordinated top and the same set of accessories for 3 consecutive days.
That's bore 1.
There's no desire to go hang out or whatsoever, somewhat. Things are looking uninteresting. The shopping malls offer no excitement, shops were passed by without a desire to checkout the items sold. Well, there was a time when a stopover was made at the Aldo shoe and bags store at Suntec mall, en route to watch Wild Hogs.
What really holds the desire back was probably the thought of having to scrimp on expenditure for a period of time, 8 mths to be exact. Because the decision has been made to pay the translation tuition fee to the company via deduction from the monthly salary starting this month. The intentions to move on to other places with the skill kinda propelled this attempt to clear the "debt" as soon as possible with this company before I move on.
So that's a plan. A very bright, hopeful one indeed. However, what's hard to bear is it's process.
Anyway, better to bite the bullet than to drag on.
So that's bore 2.
Bore 3 is the perpetual bugging recently that my attempts to get myself acquainted with have turned futile. Nevertheless, the search is still on.
Arrrrggggghhhhhh. How?
(In this post, attempts have been made to reduce the mention of "I". Kinda getting tired of the perpetual mention of myself recently.)
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