1. I brought work home from the office.

2. Cookies, someone has the flavour I want.

3. Lunch.

4. Quite, art exhibition at the Annexe Gallery I want to go see.

So, Work from work to over weekend at home... and I can't get paid for it. I got peanuts yo. I need sleep but I also need to finish the drafting really quick. Because of that, I definitely cannot go watch a rugby match even if I get spammed for it via the events page daily. I do like rugby boys because they're built like men.

On now to Quite. I was informed of it by Bong who'd seen it and said I would enjoy it very much. The only thing I need is one other person to go with me probably after work and then we can go have dinner together.

Until now, I still haven't finished writing The Care And Maintenance Of Your Very Own ShaRoose a.k.a Sharoose User Guide. Actually I haven't decided on the contents but it'll be supremely funny and informative for everyone! Oooh, and pictures. x)
Maybe I should just turn that into a comic.

At 8pm-ish, I arrive home. :D

OMFG so much work and yet, I'm not irritated at all. Tired, maybe. Irate, no.

I'm working through lunch -- and have like 5 mins to update the bloggie... haha.

Rockin out and working. Conducive? Maybe. Possibly... Yes!

It's a Wednesday and I feel... Nice. :D

I just feel nice. It's not normal to feel this nice and charitable and good and kind and... Nice.

I have the warm fuzzies from nothing at all, the birds are chirping, the cars aren't honking and I hear the leaves rustling in the wind.

Right now, life is good. I love life. Life is giving me constructive energy.
The Universe is giving me love.
I feel loved.
*smilesmilesmile*

I'm in the midst of calm but my heart is beating quick,
I'm taken over by a field of rainbows and butterflies.
No, seriously, that's what I feel like right now.

The energy is amazing!

I have a new toy. *smilesmilesmile*

It's a remote controlled monster truck, it's black and about a foot and a half tall.
Yes, it's a pretty big truck -- for a toy.

1. assemble and charge all batteries
2. wipe down the dust from the truck
3. wonder where all these damn bruises came from -- Still havent found the reason.
4. figure out where to drive big tiny truck Park where we go fly kite.
5. test drive

This... sort of confirms my notion that I was supposed to be a boy but it just so happens I got a vagina instead.

The Monster is baaaaaaack! 
YEAAAHHHH, BOYYYY!
*highfives all around*
And lemme tell you, it's great to be back.

hhahaha... buoy...

I find that when I'm not in control I feel harassed and suffocated.

I don't do very well in these situations.

Fear gets the better of me.

You might know what I'm talking about or you might not.

It has something to do with matters of the heart.

Or, in my case, brain synapses which cause varying degrees of dopamine, norepinepherine, testosterone and phenylethylamine to be produced which generates a feeling of comfort and fluffy wuzzy bubbles... a.k.a Butterflies.

I can't believe I just wrote that.

What I'm trying to say is that

I don't like who I am at the beginning of any relationships where I don't know where it's leading to.

I'm actually rather wonderful when the dust settles and I'm not rendered bored.

Enough of that. 

Relistening to a lot of the old bands from last year... Which includes Maximum the Hormone.

Holy shit that's some good stuff.

Now, lets talk about sex.

Some girl a friend of mine knows has a year old plus kid. Guess how old she is?

13.

Wadafark?

I came across this fun fact while talking about contraceptives in the UK and the fact that it's free because they probably want the chavs to stop having babies and getting free council housing.

Children as young as 11 are there in the clinic for the free tests and condoms and so on because "They have a sex life,"

They're not even the legal age for sex yet!

Now, I'm not about to say that sex is bad but I am going to tell you that you have to think some things through before you actually do it because there are severe repercussions such as STD's and babies.

Think about it, people.

USE YOUR BRAIN!

You have one, don't you?

______________________________________

Oh,on a completely unrelated note, a funny Fatherling moment (I summarised and paraphrased it a little bit)...

Waiter:

Encik Shah, Dato' Mohan blablabla... (not important)

Fatherling:

Dato' Mohan?

Waiter:

Yes, he said he knows you...

Fatherling:

Dato' Mohan???

Waiter:

Yes... *confused*

Fatherling:

Which Mohan is this?

Waiter:

Dato' Mohan Somelastname...

Fatherling:

OH! MOHAN! Yes, okay.

Fatherling:

*to himself*

Wtf he calling himself Dato' for?

-__________-;;

Second Best

Thoughts furiously enter my conscious mind,

One after another,

A flurry,

A flood,

Questions,

Unanswered,

Madness in constant motion,

Searching,

No replies,

Only turmoil,

A deconstruction,

Shattered glass from a high pitched scream,

Deep dark abyss.

A difference in pressure,

The irrelevant,

A wall that breaks the waves tumbles down,

Down,

Down,

Down,

Met by a resistance of the highest calibre,

Threatened,

Confounded,

The undeniable stench of insult to injury,

The unequivocal benevolence of disgust,

Distraught in misdemeanour,

I sit,

My eyes glaze over in effect,

My thoughts still zooming at the speed of light,

My coping mechanism takes over.

My fingers move swiftly across the levers of life,

Pushing,

Pulling,

Pressing buttons,

Watch with baited breath.

Explosions?

Or a sea of calm?

Or an unceremonious shudder in the fabric of existance?

Self efficacy still an inherent trait,

Never back down,

Never give up,

Stand your ground and fight.

Fight.

Fight.

I do not fight.

Disappointment encapsulates my being.

The rut that needs to be climbed out of.

Someone hand me a rope, 

A ladder,

Anything,

The piercing stares of the dark,

The deafening silence.

Your Lord and Master is severely displeased by this recent turn of events.

Will now proceed to invade Poland...

Or will fume.

Poland doesn't irk her. It's just something that rolls off the tongue quite nicely.

Fuming commences in a few hours.

It's a wee bit past midnight and all I can think about is the quote I just thought up.

Obviously not a complete original since it's modified. But I did come up with it.

I don't want to lie, cheat or steal but if I have to,

White lies to make you happy,

Cheating to let you win,

Your heart to steal and keep you with me.

*smug*

Poetic license, I have.

The downstairs TV is fried, as is the Astro... Both of them.
The Cables outside the house was fried massive times last night.
Therefore the gate, again, didn't work...
Twatblocked by electric gate.
BLAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
(cross reference to post on blog of hissy fits, same date)

This is my car. I will take care of it, feed it petrol.
Sexy, sexy Mustang.

I wonder if changing it to something that consumes natural gas or something is hard.