jaded
okthatsit.
ineedavacation.
‘hann-is-sexy/lester’s-a-retard/yawwy-is-gay’’s collaborative effort to put together beach holiday july ‘07 is much appreciated at this point.
its just that july seems like yonks away
the remainder of my PR report is still refusing to write itself much to my dismay.
its a much harder kick in the arse when i realise that ive got a mountain of work flooding in the minute i step into class on monday.
apart from that, ive been amazingly good this past week.
forcing myself to stay put on quieter (safer?) grounds despite many, many offers to hit heritage row and bounce/feng to rnb and house music, respectively.
the smelly claims, much to his disatisfaction, that ive gotten myself hooked onto a serious addiction. i dont deny that the kl nightlife has somesort of an uncanny way of sucking you into its endless crowds, banging music, and drug-infused alcohol.
maybe its my escapism of sorts. but why?
as of late, ive been feeling utterly jaded.
the stuff that used to amuse me, dissolute my qualms, just aint quite doin’ it for me no more.
- my handicapped right hand doesnt seem as willing to place a pencil to paper as much as it is to holding on to a ciggarette; needless to say my artwork has now become a rather distant archive.
- my lazy body doesnt seem to value the adrenalin and scorching sun as much as it did before, it does however find content in bouncing to club music; my beloved excessive swimming-under-the-sun hobby has been replaced with dancing on the podium at some smokeyclub.
my awesome kickass tan has quickly faded to reveal the
true white chicken that i am.
eeew.
- my crazy mother is seeing less and less of me around the house, making her even more crazy when i do bump into her, as she tries to cram a week’s worth of nagging into 5 fleeting minutes.
- im beginning to morph into a hermit, living ever so quitely, barely ever leaving my room; and during the times that i do,
its done in the stealthest, quickest way possible, lest the mother hears me and comes out screaming like a madwoman, causing me to run even faster out the front door and quickly quickly hurry hurry hurry to my car.
(weekday mornings are the worst.)
- the time spent hiding under the covers over at the smelly’s has increased exponentially w the help of stacks of dvd’s, honey stars, and the sad, forlorn, puppy-dog look that the bugger throws at me whenever i announce that ‘im going out’. TIU.
i managed to squeeze in lunch and coffee w my beloved buddies hurman and joe on saturday @ 1u.
and all by coin-ke-dink-y, the CLEO’s 50 most eligible bachelors thing-a-majig was being hosted there.
i found it hilarous that grown men would choose to sell themselves so shamelessly.
all of those eligible minions were seated in a row, all dressed in an identical ‘50 most eligible bachelors’ white shirt.
lemmings, i tell you, lemmings.
eligible, my left foot.
moreover, more than a handful arent even ‘bachelors’!
(shhh…dont worry, no mention of names)
joe and hurman settled for coffee bean where we had to speak uncomfortably louder over some nasty background singing, from a tone-deaf ‘eligible bachelor’.
80% of the conversation ended up being about my rapid loss of weight, the other 20% was spent trying to convince me that men would rather date a porn-star than a clothes-hanger-model.
really?
no way!
despite me hearing enough of "please eat more, ping",
i miss them already.
we barely get together these days, seeing forth that everyone is busy w their try-to-make-a-living-and-all-other mundane-stuff lives.
getting bored so early into the year cant be a good thing can it?
*breaks into song*: "im ja-ja-ja-ja-ded".
oh man, back to work.
