Jujur

It's crazy.
I'm totally addicted to a song I don't understand.

I just think it's a sad story.
I think the song is DAMN nice.

Jujur by Radja.

Life's a bitch... and then you die.

My life is a little too funky right now.

Work load has been over the top. I sit in the office at 9pm staring at the monitor, immersed in the world of onshore/offshore petroleum refineries, turbomachinery and safety & critical control applications. How should I convince people that our Process Systems are able to minimise their downtime and thus maximise their profits? How can I establish that these services and world-class solutions can drive more performance and business value from their plant assets? I get the block and evidently, it's here to stay.

When I finally crawl into bed, my mind goes on autopilot and commences the drafting of the general layout for the gate and centre spread. Which of the Industry pictures are more apt? More human element? Oh, and please remember to include the staging area.

I find myself drifting into sleep. Time: Unknown.

6am: He croons as usual and wakes me up. I jolt into consciousness and almost expect to hear Miss M's voice spill over from dreamland into reality.

" The short write-up on our corporate history should include our excellent performance in the Asia Pacific region ok? Not too boxy. Not too wordy. You get what I'm trying to say?"

I sit up, look around and it feels like it's been just 30secs ago when I jumped into bed feeling drained and smelling all clean and nice.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror with half-closed eyes as I brush my teeth after the shower, I realised.

"Great. The only conscious moments in this house that I can remember, is looking at my reflection in the mirror as I brush my teeth. Didn't I JUST do all these like, 40seconds ago??!"


Ahhh... This reminds me of a joke.

Q: What happens when you run in front of the bus?
A: You get tyre-d!!

Q: What then happens, when you run behind the bus?
A: You get exhausted!!

I must be running between 2 buses everyday.

Later, I wanna dream of a tall, dark, broody, young, handsome man sitting next to me in the gondola as we cruise down some sweet river in some cold country. Hmmm... Make it SOME tall, dark, broody, young handsome MEN. Cool.

I think I allow delusion to cloud my rationality a little too often.
Tall, dark, broody, young, handsome men where got like girls who look like TarePanda?

Nabei.

dream a little

I feel like a blue Subaru WRX without my gold tyre rims.
I feel... incomplete. Inadequate.

I.Feel.Sleepy.
Goodnight everybody.