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Where have I been?

Well, the same place I was the last time I made an entry. Only, a lot lot busier. But that's not why I didn't write. It was all thanks to the Performance Appraisal which was on the past month. That had me writing pages and pages about how I contributed to the company and/or saved the world. Since I didn’t do a single thing for either, I struggled strong and hard to find a few facts that could fill at least one field in the form. When that didn't work, I went on to fabricate qualities, incidents and achievements that even my mum wouldn’t know about me. Following the traumatic ordeal, I just couldn't stand the idea of writing another single word about myself.

When I finally did get around to it, my stupid illiterate idiot of an ISP abducted my state-of-the-art router (which King Kong so graciously brought for me) and absconded with it. It took me two visits to recover it and then two more weeks of intense user manual reading to get it to work. Before I could even put it to use, things got all heated up at work and there was just so much happening all around that I didn't really have the time or the inclination to sit and write about it.

But now that I do, I'm going to go on until someone strongly suggests that I shut up.

Work. Well, that's mostly what I'm so tied up with these days. And willingly at that. I think I’m finally developing the taste for it. Today, I recall the wise words of a dear friend who once said “It will get so bad, you’ll begin to like it”. This must be it. But all things considered, it’s shaping out quite decently, I’d say. Touch wood. We wouldn't want the Gods getting any unwanted ideas, would we?

Oh! That reminds me, the brilliant idea that's been mulling in my head for the past month or so is that of moving base off the mother ship. Not that I’ll actually do it, but I’m still ideating. All the friends seem to be having a swell time with the parties, roomies and the jazz. And, I do nothing but laze around. Besides, I'm beginning to think that if I don't move out now, I never might. Shudder.

[As an aside: This guy I know wouldn’t ever talk to me while his roomie was around for the fear of him overhearing our conversations because then, he would start ribbing him about talking to a "girl”. Unless they were both possessive and insecure gay partners, I still don't get it. And today, this other guy absolutely refuses to read a book (perfectly decent) I sent him while his roomie was around! So, is it just me or what?!]

And yeah, here's it - the realization of the month. I've been comatose for most of my life. Not that anyone would be inclined to disagree, but just to emphasize on the point... I am! I'm light years behind most living things on everything. I found out two weeks ago that the 'Rock On' sound track is absolutely awesome. I wouldn't stop raving about it. Some humored me while others just politely told me that it had been passé for two months now!

Last week was the first time I went go-karting thanks to RR of course. If it wasn't for all our 'dates', I never would have gone to all the places that I have or done the things that he made me do. God bless him. Anyhow, I was so high on it the next day, I yelled at everyone who wasn't as psyched about it as I was. Most weren't. They had already done it a few times in the last few years, they tell me.

And all that is excluding the Poison fiasco. I don't think I even want to go there. I have to do a few centuries worth of time travel if I have to arrive at today's dating scene.

If I have to get on with my vision 2015, I better get started pronto huh?

As if.

Knowing me, I'll just sit on my ass and dream all day of my imaginary Prince coming to rescue me from my five storied dump. Sigh!

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PS: Please forgive all the alliteration. The flow of words just went that way. It isn't intentional. Wait, am I doing it again? I think I am. Sorry!