Tuesday, August 14, 2007 > Me, the Grump.

I am turning into a grump at this young age of 21. A mean one too I might add. Any little event in my life that doesn't according to how I want it to be sparks off a million monsters within me that are just dying to be expressed. Preferably by causing pain to anyone or anything. I have not been so short-tempered nor so temperamental in my life. I think. Whatever it is, this is not good.

The worse is that I do not at all suffer from this predicament. My housemates, the people I work with or whoever that happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time are the ones that face my wrath. How I still have friends or how I manage to wake up each morning alive without my housemates smothering me the night before amazes me. You guys certainly have mercy and grace. I need some pointers.

I apologize if you fall into any of the categories above. And also for those that may fall into those categories in the future. Chances are, it really wasn't your fault but mine.

Time to quit Uni and attend an Anger Management class? Hhhhmm.. Maybe this is a set-up like how Adam Sandler experienced.

Fine, maybe not. This is all real and I have a real problem.

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Thursday, August 09, 2007 > One Of The Many

Out of my bag of habits is Habit #256.

Habit #256 is "Sitting in my towel after a shower for as long as I possibly can."

Yes, I do that every night if I am not rushing to go anywhere. Just ask my housemates. It's not that I particularly enjoy doing it, it's just that laziness always gets the better of me. I love being in my warm and clean PJs, but before I even get to that stage I would have to perform the necessary "after shower duties" such as blow drying my hair, applying moisturiser, blah blah. Augh. So I put it off as much as I can.

When in my towel, I usually just sit in front of the laptop and do nonsense such as chat and blog surf. Such a waste of time. I am incapable of doing anything fruitful while, hhhmm, incompletely dressed. I must say though, I waste less time during winter. Because it gets so unbearably cold in that large, thick piece of cloth, I tend to get on with life sooner. Unfortunately, it appears to be getting warmer. Hence, I celebrated the warmth by increasing my towel time last night. Oh no.

I think this habit is still sticking around because I don't even deem it as a very bad thing. That's bad enough eh.

Btw, I hope that while reading this there were no mental images that haunted you. Because it certainly would not have been pleasant. My apologies if otherwise.

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