Maybe

Haven’t we all had enough
Enough for one day
I don’t wanna argue with you
You’ve got me shiverin’ in my spine

So this is a relatively new part to my blog, I think (until I get bored of it or just plain forget).
I'm gona chuck up partial lyrics for a song at the beginning of each post.
Ten points for anyone who can guess it.

And no, points are not redeemable for... well anything.

It maybe profound. It may not.
It maybe thought provoking. It may not.
It maybe personal.

And then again, it may not.

I feel myself just... getting angry at most things nowadays.
My soul has lost patience with most things in life.

I have even less enthusiasm for things than before. I find it hard to take things and smile through gritted teeth just to pass the day.
I find myself ever increasingly tired and although I have an early class the next day, I can't sleep.
My mind wanders as if I should be thinking about something else, but my physical body just doesn't respond.

My mum asked me why I always 'Fat Ow Dou' now. (That's horrible Cantonese direct translation). For all you non-Cantonese people, or just plain "can't read his horrible translation"-people, it means like absent-minded.

On a completely different side note, my brother got a bra+knicker set for his birthday.
From another dude.
Hmmm....

Also I found myself watching TV for once.
I haven't done that for so long, it kinda just hit me.

On another side note, I saw something that kinda lightened my drizzly bus-waiting day.
There was this old white/Spanish lady with a bag saying 'G-Unit' on it.
Whaddup my homie.

I'm not sure if you can read it though.

Also today was filled with the joys of seeing people cram themselves into a building to become the latest job prospects in life and offer themselves to the company gods and hope for the best.
Good old Career Fairs.

Oh yea, there was free pizza and drink.
Here is the chaos that ensued.



On the left of both pictures is Fahad by the way.
He was the King of Scab today.
Free stuff galore for him. Pens, drinks, whatever he could get his hands on.
Once he left, the pizza came. Coincidence?

I think not.

He has a business card.
I really don't think someone who scabs so blatantly really shows the responsibility to hold one of these...

But hey, it's not my money he's using to print his mis-aligned cards with.