Another boring day in the life of ME. Sat at home whole day, half finished my lab report (ok this is just self denial, I merely just typed in and calculated some values on the log sheet using Excel. Didn't even have to use the calculator.) and watched TV. Lazy bum. Wanted to go out but nowhere in mind and no one to go out with as well. I've given up on calling the girls out, 'cause they never seem to be available anyway. My darling woke up late in the afternoon and is staying home for soccer later. Wanted to play Puzzle Fighter to suppress the overwhelming boredom, but the installation CD just wouldn't work. Bored. Feel like go out to catch a movie myself, but I thought it'll make my dear feel real bad and my mum would probably start thinking what's wrong with me going out alone and start imagining all sorts of things. Sigh. Probably try digging out some old VCDs or what. Oh got ¬Á¼þ¾ê later, hopefully that can save me.
In the meantime while I'm filling up the void, I'll just continue blogging. Which reminded me of how silly I feel about myself last night. Had called my dear after I came home last night, but hung up 'cause he went to bathe. Waited up for him, watching all kinds of TV programmes, only to realise he should have long gone to bed. Felt really disappointed that he didn't even sms-ed to say goodnight and sulked myself to sleep. Was so disappointed I think I went all teary. This isn't good at all. I've grown so attached to my dear that I feel I'm getting too possessive, that all his free time should be with him and thinking of me. Well at least that's how I think I'm reacting, if not why would I be so bothered if he's gonna call back after he bathes and when he doesn't be so sad? Sigh. And now I feel I can't compare to soccer. I don't understand how soccer can have such immense charm and attraction to men. This is war! I'm declaring war against that damned ball! But this isn't right 'cause I like the game too. After all it's been said by many to be THE beautiful game. I'm like having a relapse of my split personality syndrome. I'm schizophrenic! I've an identity crisis! My identity as an individual, a girlfriend, even a daughter clashes! I'm going through depression! Severe mental breakdown! Crap. Another case of over-reaction. Never solves anything, but I'll give it credit for taking up 10 secs of my boring evening. Now I'm like just wondering when my darling will call me 'cause he sms'ed saying he will, but I predict it wouldn't be soon. If he's gonna call me before the game, he would have by now. Which makes me recall how I used to spend my time when I was single. Watched TV and more TV and even more TV. What's so interesting to watch? I can't even find a decent show I can glue myself to without having the urge to fidget around looking for other things to occupy myself each time the adverts came. No SCV, probably one of the many reasons my dear never comtemplates coming over, after my mummy, my daddy and pure laziness. I'm like totally degrading him, but doesn't speak very well of myself since I chose him on my own accord. I'm running out of things to write. Ok that's it. I'll go prepare my terms to be fulfilled. This is the last diplomatic resolution with soccer, if all fails I regret but to take drastic measures.
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