So how’s everybody doing?
I’m…
How am I doing…
‘Generally pretty good‘ sounds dull.
‘Tired‘ sounds typical.
‘Busy‘ sounds too self-centered.
‘Loved up‘ sounds like a lie.
‘Bored‘ sounds teenage-ish.
‘Omnipotent‘ sounds… overrated.
Can’t complain, really.
Well, maybe just a bit.
Work’s naturally been demanding since I’m trying to meet a deadline
before taking two annual leaves and the real LEAVE the company, one next week and the other one around
Easter. Having a self-diagnosed ADHD doesn’t help.
One side of me has been moaning every morning in the past two weeks, "You’re not gonna make it. You’re not gonna make it."
Another has been slurring drunkenly and optimistically, "You can do this! You can do this!"
The alter ego just wants to read books during the day and drink lager in the evening.
Go figure.
Still on work-related stuff, my sis’s just started her new job this
morning. I spoke to her over the weekend asking about her job hunting
and she said that it’s been tough.She added that she wasn’t that eager
looking for one yet since she was excited about coming to aussie for
her graduation due in a couple of weeks. She’d planned to do a more
serious job hunting after she gets back from aussie. So, yesterday, I
was more than surprised when her text reached me, "Wish me luck, Bro. I’m gonna start working at *** tomorrow!" Her new employer even lets her to take a leave for her graduation! Lucky sod. I’m a proud brother, yes.
I made a new friend today.
I was waiting for a bus in the town
centre when I noticed a man in his 50s standing not far from me looking
in my direction. I smiled at him and he smiled back. He then asked me
whether bus number X had arrived yet. I said no, as I’d been waiting
for that bus too. He said he hoped that we didn’t miss the one’s that
was due five minutes ago. I replied, "I don’t think so. I’ve been here for more than 10 minutes. I would’ve noticed if it was here."
Soon
enough, the bus came. I got on, sat down, got busy with my own thoughts
within seconds and forgot about the man. Turns out that he lives on the
same block where I live. We got off together, had a chat as we walked
from the bus stop towards our houses. I asked where he’s from
originally coz his accent sounded strange. He came from Makasar and
has been living in the area since 1983. My knowledge of world history
is shameful but he looked pleased when he found out I knew about his
‘former country’ and what happened to it.
Just before we parted, he invited me to drop by at his house for tea
with him and his wife some time. He said I was welcome to take someone
with me if I wished. He was ever so polite and friendly. I jotted down
his name and house number as soon as I got into my house. It felt kinda
nice to be social.
hmmm…my life-is-too-short-so-don’t-fret principle and the fact that I now blog sparsely, I don’t think
I’m able to neglect this blog for too long. Not with so much happening
in my life and too little space in my memory capacity to remember
everything.
