I AM SO FOOKIN TIRED

My horoscope for today - August 07, 2007
If you have a lot of tasks to complete today, teamwork is required. Delegate.

Find a quiet place and listen to your heart. You've got a lot more going on inside than you may have realized, and right now it's easiest to get the message out -- if you're willing. You can make a positive change.

My Friends' Horoscope for today- August 07, 2007

You'll have lots of things going on today, but they'll all keep you entertained.

You don't have to worry about following through on any of your awesome ideas today -- other people ought to pick up any slack you leave. If you spend all day thinking and gabbing, you'll be in heaven.

Note to self: It's scarily matched.

Had a wonderful day on the fifth of August, 5 hours of pleasure, 5 minutes of shitty moment and until now I am left wondering, is it over? Like the saying goes, people won't remember the intro, it's the closing that makes a lasting impression. I hope not!

What I did yesterday- Woke up early feeling like shit. Felt guilty/angry/sad/furious/hollow/sad/furious/betrayed/mostly betrayed/lonely/forget about everything else, I'm feeling lonely.

Tried to say I'm sorry, but no answer.

Went to the office, 5 minutes to 12 got through the phone. OK, that's a good sign. At least the person's talking.

After office went makan with Mr. Lee. Then rushed for a meeting. Typical. The person in charge was not there. Come back later, the guy said. OK. FINE.

Went home. Tired. Wanna go to bed and received an sms, I mean half of an sms. Suspence. It reads- "I've already decided..." Sheeee-it! That's it. Cannot tidoq siang liao.

Went shopping for a Batik Shit, I mean shirt. Bought a nice pair of shoes. Almost bought a few nice baju. Then rushed back, changed and rushed to another meeting. Had to listen to the presentation, then ate the most delicious bihun goreng at KEDA.

OTW home, called a friend, he's not feeling well, so I stopped by the petrol station and bought some pills and coke... No... Bad combination. Stopped at another shop to buy drinking water. Reached his house and waited like 5 minutes before he opened the door. Sighs.

Shud've been like this

Him: Hi, you, thank you for the pills and water...

Me: Neh, dunmentionit.

Him: Come on in, take off your shoes, you look tired, lemme massage your feet.

Me: Ok, let's DO IT!

or

Him: How much do I owe you?

Me: Neh, dunmentionit.

Him: Here's RM50.

or

Him: Thanks.

Me: neh, dunmentionit.

Him: Do you want to stay here tonight? Keep me company? You look like you could use someone to talk to.

Me: (Not saying anything, starts sobbing...)

or

Him: Thanks man.

Me: Neh, dunmentionit.

Him: Thanks.

Me: (Grins)

Him: THANKS!

but it only happened in my mind.

After the long wait, what really happened was

Him: My friend's inside (you can't come in, or else he'll ask a lot of question like "how does a famous person like me, know a famous person like you, without us knowing?" or "It's midnight what's he doin' here at this time?" or "Bleep, Bleep, and more bleeps")

Me: OK. Take the pills. Take care. Goodnight.

Sigh.

Gave him the pills and water and drove home.

Actually, I was not driving, it's more like a scene from Too Fast and Too Furious.

Stopped by Starbux and bought something cream choc chip venti size you...

I'm thristy.

Reached home, watered the plants and repotted the sarracenia which went into dormancy a few months ago... Wakey Wakey time for them.

Just finished doing the script and update my blog. After this I'm gonna tido without mandi-ing. maybe another round before going to bed...

Pardon me... I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about having another stick of ciggy before I go to bed. Otak blue tol la lu!

Later when I wake up, I'm gonna iron my slacks, iron my new yellowish green baju batik, put on my songkok, put on my new shiny shoes and march with my head up high to my car and become the bestest MC infront of YAB Datin Seri Jeanne Abdullah, the wife of the Prime Minister of Malaysia+ other wives of Prime Ministers of other countries.

I just hope my friends wont see me wearing a batik shirt, shiny shoes and slack and songkok. That's so not me. The shiny shoes adds 5 years to my age, the slack 5 years and batik shirt adds
10 years to my age. I look like a 48 year old. A handsome, stylish 48 year old who drives a hot car, I might add. Dont play play, but still 48 years old. Dammit!

Hopefully, the news crews wont be there with a camera, if they're there, then I'm screwed.