Laziness.

I'm too lazy to think of what to write. But i still have to come up with something.

I'm finally starting work - after soooo many interviews. I'm just a {little} picky. You know sometimes, in fact all interview sessions - they don't look at any of my papers. I think when they see my face they just want to hire me (!!!). It's frustrating for me - why in the world study then? Such a waste of time and money and effort. But honestly understand that at the end of the day its all about being able to produce the end results. However, i am really glad that at the end of the day, the choice remains with me if i want to work with them - and its hard to choose sometimes. Nonetheless i'm most grateful that the words spoken from my mouth has matched the value of my face and brain.

So finally-lah, i thought i would start having colleagues. But No - fate is a funny thing. I work alone in the whole office. Awesome yeah? Awesomeness redefined.

I'm a little excited and perplexed- i have to wear skirts everyday. And i honestly didn't know how much i don't wear them until i noticed the ratio of my pants to skirts is 10:1. Its a good thing.. i will finally learn to be lady like and sit properly.

You know sometimes i really have this bad habit... i really like to self-sabotage. I have many evil thoughts in my head asking me not to sign the offer letter.. so i can sleep at home and just remain there for the rest of my life with Mr. Brown. You know he has been the most awesome-st friend i have.

Sometimes he knows i get lonely - so he never leaves my side.When days are exceptionally grey - he even sits in the bathroom with me while i bathe.. Sometimes i leave him downstairs to nap so i could get some work done upstairs..and a few minutes later i can feel his cold and moist snout pressing against the back of my knee - reminding me he is always there. Sometimes when i leave for a night out he runs after my car - as i drive away i feel like a monster. Truly has been a companion these past few months. And he would be my biggest worry when i leave for work. I can't be walking him anymore, or play with him or just be with him.

Sometimes i think he feels better when i just be with him. If he could ever talk i wondered what he would say to me.

P/S : He did already went for a second op but it was unsuccessful. It makes me feel more attached to him than i already am. But i am just glad he is alive and happy. He loves me so much, sometimes it makes me want to cry.

Anyways i decided to not self-sabotage - its been far too long since my brains have worked.
Love to all of you.