My horoscope said 'Today you've got the intensity to stay focused without losing your cool'.

It should have said 'Today you will yell at the Vice President of your society, besides the social conveners of the exiting committee, for being 15 minutes late.'

Did someone order a microphone and insert it into my throat without me knowing? Cause that was how loud my voice projected. Well, I got elected Secretary yesterday. Congratulate Trinity for getting the post of Vice President, and no, it wasn't her I yelled at. After receiving multiple messages from the exiting Secretary about one single job that needed to be done, I lost it when I thought that I was going to mess up our very first event. Shit.

On normal circumstances, maybe I'd be okay with the whole Malaysian time concept, even if I'm someone who really values punctuality, and will apologise a gazillion times if I'm ever late. I've never been late to work, and if a guy is late to a date, he can expect a lot of blasting from me. So when I'm entrusted with a very simple job, and three other people threaten to ruin it for me (the timing was really crucial with this one), you can bet that it will be a repeat of today; I won't be thinking straight and I will blast them till the sun stops shining.

Sigh. This isn't even me being anal. Wonder what will happen when that side of me emerges. I realise this is supposed to be a happy and joyous thing, to be voted in because people have faith that you will carry out the job well, but somehow, for me, It's so much easier to see the other side, which is just hard work and... hard work? Alright, maybe after today, everyone will be freaked out by the idea of me yelling my ass off, and they'll be punctual. And we'll all live happily ever after, and less deaf.

Joy, indeed.

I went to work today and copped weird stares from a few workmates, besides knowing looks and sneaky winks. After many weird questions, this is what I found out: rumours were floating around that me and hottie from work, N, had spent Saturday night together in a not-so-innocent manner. Funny, all I remember is seeing N drunk and THE pseudo-random* gave N and his friends a lift to the city. Did we somehow manage to squeeze in sex without me noticing? I went on sarcastically to the rest that maybe I had sex with all 5 of the guys in the fricking car?

Of course the fuck not! =P Okay, this is not suitable context for that line, but hell, I couldn't believe my ears when I first heard it.

This is the same workplace that I only work two, three shifts per week, so obviously, none of them know me well enough to realise that I'm not someone who does things like this. During my last shift with N, he told me his girl problems and I shared my boy problems. What, that's suddenly attractive now? All I said when I came to work today was that N was really drunk on Saturday night and they seemed to think that was confirmation of the rumours. Argh. I am going to slaughter the girl who started this. :P To think that one of my workmates, M, who was telling me about his accident on his scooter used the words 'made love to the pavement' on purpose to try to evoke a response from me before I heard the rumour... just makes me feel more dumbfucked.

M didn't understand why I was so irked. He said that if he was the one being talked about, he wouldn't think much of it. But then, this is where all those differences come in. A guy who sleeps with a lot of girls is a major player and receives admiration; a girl who does the same with plenty of guys is a slut. Whoever said life was fair? I explained that no girl wants to be seen as being easy, and I think he got it. Lol, funny thing about M is he once said that he would be a stripper if he was a chick, to earn big bucks, until I asked him how he would feel if his sister became one. I guess guys with sisters get extra points in a way.

Rightly a dumbfucking day.

I went to a party last night (no drinking involved!) and oh my God, there was a band there that played Audioslave's Like A Stone! My first time listening to a 'live' version of it and everyone who knows the song should be well aware that the guitar solo is fucking off the hook. The band pulled it off! I was really, really impressed. :) They also played The Killers' 'Mr Brightside', another one I really like. Yay!

My workplace faces the stage in the middle of the street mall and there were 2 high school bands playing yesterday morning in conjunction with the high school band competition this weekend. One of the bands was simply amazing with their choice of songs. They kicked it off with The Killers' 'All These Things That I've Done' and when prompted by the band, all of us were singing along during the bridge. Then they played one of their own songs. To me, lots of rock bands out there don't have great vocalists or their vocals seem like the last thing to be impressed over; so when they do, they have my respect. This particular band has it.

Moving along, I was sent to a spiral of curiosity and amazement because... they played Sister Hazel's 'All For You'! Back home, Hitz FM plays this often, or at least, they used to. I never knew who sang it, or the title, but I can easily sing along to the entire song! 'It's hard to say what it is I see in you, wonder if I'll always be with you'. Talk about a happy, addictive song. :) Now I have the song! They ended with Coldplay's 'Yellow', and again, lovely. Definitely a good change from listening to the normal hustle and bustle of the city.

Gotta love music!

Because it's the weekend and I had to get up at 7 for work, you'll have to excuse my laziness. Head over to Trina's blog for another trailer-load of pictures. This is exactly what cousins are for, tee-hee ;)

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Oh, and if you like Damien Rice's The Blower's Daughter, have a listen to Inara George's Fools In Love. It's on repeat in my head.

Lately, I've been having weird delayed reactions. For example, last night, THE pseudo-random* called me midway through dinner. We had a 10-minute chat and then, I went back to enjoying my dinner with Trinity.

(15 minutes later)

Me: Oh my God, he called me. (The shock is due to it being a completely random phone call)
Trinity: Yeah... you're blushing.
Me: I know. =P

See, this isn't the first time. Last week, he called me while I was watching Grey's Anatomy with Trinity and he was half-drunk, on the way home from the pub. Again, about 10 minutes after the phone call...

Me: Tell me he did not just call me while he was drunk.
Trinity: He did.
Me: &%$#?! (Random sounds that don't make sense)

Yeah, some wire up there *points to so-called brain* is way twisted!

Here, have a laugh, or two:

I don't do a single bit of exercise when I'm having my girly sickness, and especially not sit-ups, so I keep thinking I resemble a beached whale and obviously, not in a good way. :P

I only had one lecture scheduled today and I couldn't pay attention. It's not my fault!  Besides being quite boring (though I liked the tango videos), she kept pronouncing aspect as arse-pect. Err.. =.=

I made a fat mistake. The hottie at work's not gay. Oops! He asked me if I have a boyfriend and after I told him my long story, I asked him if he was 'attached' to avoid slipping up and asking the traditional 'do you have a girlfriend' question. But then he started to tell me about this GIRL he has feelings for. Right, my bad. =P

Remember how I hate my boss? Well, my kind manager is leaving and that is gonna send my boss to bits. Ahhh.. karma. Please take a bigger bite of his ass, thanks. ;) And I know most of my colleagues are planning to leave too. *however an evil laughter sounds* Wheeee!

I ought to be studying. Revising. Whatever. But I can't seem to conjure the mood. :( Umm.. help? It's not that I can't push away the distractions; I can forget all those episodes of Grey's Anatomy and One Tree Hill easily. What I can't control is how my brain clearly wants to be elsewhere and I'd read the same line in my books about 5 billion times.

I'm still not done with 'Lolita'. I swear, sometimes, it's almost painful to read. Nabokov's writing style is really getting on my nerves. Reading this book makes me acknowledge that yes, the writing is what makes the book different, but I cannot tolerate it for much longer. I just have to finish it before I end up trying to stab the Humbert Humbert in my imagination for being a bastard I cannot and don't want to comprehend. Sick.

And I've been dating the one that shall be referred to as THE pseudo-random* from now on. Everything's fine and undramatic, but we're not official and maybe we'll never be, so I'm keeping this one under the carpet. Let's just say there're lots of loopholes that I haven't quite figured out how to jump around them.

Work is boring. Sometimes, I have to keep reminding myself that I need the money if I want to be able to celebrate after exams, or anything to do with shopping, such as making up for those black shoes I bought last week to go with my fishnet stockings (never mind that I bet they're painful as hell to wear).

I'm having my girly sickness. Haven't you figured that out? :P