Hello world. It's been some time since I've last written here. Life, post-Springclean launch, has been pretty kind. Work isn't as hectic and stressful anymore and I can finally go to bed without fretting over the million and one things that I had to juggle for the launch itself.

The launch was crazy. Too many big shots, too many vested interests. The power only came on 15 minutes before Minister and Mayor's arrival. The stress level was insane. The demands were bordering on unreasonable. I felt like a superman, albeit a rather stylo one, running around with the earpiece in my ear and walkie on the hip. I think I got plenty of adrenaline from shouting commands into it. And it was also quite funny how the media circus chased me because they knew that I know the route, flow and programme inside out. Towards the end of it all I was just so, so drained, I sunk to my knees. Events aren't really my thing I guess.

Ultimately, people cannot be trusted.

Tomorrow is the eve of the springclean launch. Please drive me insane... Because after that, I won't have to deal with the hateful complexities of life.

Complexion's going to the dogs. Poor sleep quality every night. Too many things on the mind. Can't wait for 26 May to be over.

Aside, dates for the camps are coming in. School creeps closer...

I think sometimes drowning yourself at work is also considered therapy, aye?

I am officially a failure in life and in relationships. Sometimes I just want to hang myself. Fuck this talk about how I can live alone or how I want to be a cold hearted bastard. Truth is, I just want what everyone else wants.

I had enough. Goodbye.

Work involves dealing with the underlings of politicians these days. And I'd find myself using the term "carry balls" a lot.

Best thing I heard yesterday - "Oh, my chairman and the senior leaders, they are all people of a certain standing in society. I don't think they will commit or want to clean the one room flats (of the needy elderly)."

Nothing but wayang.

Hey there, world. I'm lying down in the darkness now. Head's spinning a little and I'm feeling kind of nauseous. Mind and heart haven't been in the right place either. Think I'm suffering from a crisis of self confidence. Help.

In essence, I'm just a sad and lonely soul.

Some scars never do heal.


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