What will be shall be

My Interesting Life

Crap. I have not updated for quite some time. So here goes.

I woke up with a terrible headache in the morning but have to drag myself off my bed to wash up to go to work. Whole night of movie marathon never fails to give me a headache in the morning.

The MRT was packed as usual and I couldn't get a seat as usual. After a few stops I finally managed to get one and I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep so that I wouldn't need to give up my seat. A few stops later I peeped and saw this old lady looking at me. Crap. She caught me and I have to give up my seat to her. That's the problem with being a gracious gentleman. I had to smile and tell her it's not a problem but it is seriously a big problem.

I had to stand throughout my journey and there wasn't even any eye candy nearby for my eyes to feast on. This is a bad start to the day.

I reached my office much to the disapproval of everybody. I am late as usual. Everyone gave me a dirty look. "Coffee anybody?" I asked and everyone ignored me as usual. My suspicion was right all along. Nobody likes me.

I went lunch alone and ordered vegetable rice. I ordered 2 meat and 1 vegetable and had my rice dipped in curry. I always like my rice with curry. It is very nice. I like the thick type of curry. The watery type is not nice because it is not thick. Thick is nice. I like thick.

By the time I went back to the office everyone was already very busy. Or rather they are pretending to be very busy. "Boss wants to see you," said my colleague. I went in to see him and got a lashing off for reasons which I don't know. The reason why I don't know was because I don't know my work. In the middle of his lashing I let out a loud burp. Rice with curry always produces very good burps. The type of burps that always leave you on cloud nine. I always love to rub my stomach after burping. My boss wasn't very pleased though. But I don't care. Because you cannot stop a burp. Especially a satisfying one.

6 o'clock. I am preparing to knock off from work. My manager suddenly decides to call for a meeting. Everyone groans and I pretend to look happy. As everyone prepares to go for the meeting, I slipped off through the back door. I hastily left and switched off my handphone so that nobody can contact me. I hate meetings.

I reached home at 7 for dinner but there was no dinner. Mama left a note on the fridge - "You are old enough to cook your own dinner." The problem is I don't even know how to fry an egg. I ordered MacDelivery and they arrived in half an hour. I don't have cash with me and whipped out my Nets Card but they don't have the machine.

I am very disappointed in their service and threatened to complaint. He asked me to go ahead but first I will still have to pay him. I have to smash my piggy bank and passed him my entire savings of $6.80 which I have accumulated over 15 years. He is not very amused with my number of 5 cents coin.

After my dinner I went back to my room and locked the door and watched yet again another re-run on my DVD of my favorite movie - Titanic. As usual, I cried but I don't want to let people know and that is why I locked my door. This is my 89th time watching this movie and this is the 89th time I am crying. I have never ever believed in true love until I watched this movie 10 years ago. When will I ever meet my Rose?

I cried myself to sleep as usual tonight and it is fast becoming a habit. Overall, I love my life and think that it is very interesting. The best thing I look forward to is the lunch which I eat everyday and the burp that comes after. After that in the evenings there is the Titanic re-run or sometimes I watched Happy Tree Friends online.

I rate my life 4.8 out of 5. The 0.2 missing is the Rose in my life. Other than that it is perfect. What more can a man want?

posted by malmoncolo @ 11:20 PM