Before Everything Turns to Mush

A significant amount of brain cells just died about fifteen minutes ago, and I have officially stopped working. Thus, now blogging about a clutter of thoughts floating like amoeba in my gooey grey matter.

After almost six years, I am quite sure that I love my job – handling provisioning databases and platforms as well as signalling transfer points and international gateway facilities. What shatters my otherwise happy contentment is the wrinkle-inducing 9.6 hours a day work schedule, the way below liveable salary and the nearly non-existent benefits.

It baffles me how a guy can stomach considering (how much more actually making plans of) having his wife pay for his tuition to study graphics design, at the same time have her provide for their family as well. Pathetic excuse for a man. I honestly don’t know why I even tried to help.

Thirtieth birthdays and engagements. A single lady friend is turning thirty this month. Colleagues who to me are chikitings, are getting engaged. I am pressured, and yet I am not ready. Crap… I just had a momentary light bulb moment. This is probably why God hasn’t granted my prayers of settling down. He knew that at some point in my life I’d be having these mid… um, quarter… ahh, third life crisis (does that even make sense?).

Me likey Lenovo android setup. Borne of a boring Sunday afternoon, I downloaded a simple white theme for my android service unit. I know I don’t use it anyway, but hey, me still likey.

I really really really like puppies.

I really really really need to get back to work.

I want to go out and try stuff, experience things. I want to run, jog, bike, swim, and roll on grass… ok, maybe not that last one. I want to snorkel, parasail, and feel the wind in my hair. I want to roller skate, ice skate, surf, and wakeboard. I want to go on a food trip, on a picnic, on a weekend getaway, on a hike. I want to watch movies, fireflies, plays, fireworks. I want to ride planes, hot-air balloons, yachts, sailboats. And right now, I can’t.

I found out yesterday that they feed dog food to fighting cocks. Also, they give them yoghurt, because they can’t have milk. Apparently, they’re lactose intolerant.

There’s an itch on my big toe that’s been bothering me for three days now.

Crap. Waiting for end of business day.