Pain!

August 23, 2005 at 2:03 am (Uncategorized)

How do I put this in a nice way? I guess there is none – IM A LUCKY BASTARD! In the past 3 weeks I have used more mobile phones, driven more cars and met more beautiful ladies than I had in the previous 10 months. Hell, I even got interviewed. No wonder my editor had the cheek to tell me “the best part about this job is feeling that you are living beyond your means“.

Now that the excitement has been released, its time to start bitching.

  • I love my new job. I always had a passion for writting, but as the good man upstairs would have it, all things come in balance. I painfully realized that as my passion for writting grew, so did my fucking habbit of procrastinating. Take an easy example – the more I start getting involved with my blog, the wider the gap between posts become. Now replace “blog” with “work”, “gap” with “delay” and “posts” with “articles” . If this keeps going on, Im practically fucking myself over. I dont want to end up “a good writter but a crappy journalist“.
  • I have met more beautiful women in the past 3 weeks than I have in the past 10 months – on the job of course. Being cooped up between four concrete walls in the middle of fucking bonfire capital isnt fun. Trust me. Imagine going out for a smoke one fine day (ignore the burning forests) and you spot a pretty chinese lady. While thinking of a lame excuse to walk over and introduce yourself, you notice that your very same thought is flashing through the minds of the entire male population in the smoking bay. Oops, youre too late. Someone has already got her attention. You stub out your fag and walk back to your cubicle feeling like a looser. These days, I step into an event and behold, you see lovely sights walking around everywhere. Play your cards right and you might just get their phone number. Too bad reality soon kicks in, and you realise that there is a fine line between being friends and being (work) acquaintences. Trust me, if you think not getting a girls phone number is bad; getting one and not being able to call them out for a (social) drink is even worse.

Sure, maybe one out of ten (thousand) girls might have a tiny percentage of intrest in you but ……. ARGH….. Pain… thats all I can say to describe it. It’s like your mother giving you a bag of your favorite candy. Just as you reach into the bag, your mom says “You can keep the candy but if you eat it, YOU WILL CHOKE ON IT AND DIE YOU STUPID HOMOFAG”. Pain….. so pain…..

Back to the bright side – Im off to another event today. I wonder if I will meet her again…..

Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what’s inside you
(Whispering) Hold your head up, movin’ on
Keep your head up, movin’ on
Hold your head up, movin’ on
Keep your head up, movin’ on
Hold your head up, movin’ on
Keep your head up, movin’ on
Movin’ on!

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I’m gonna use you and abuse you
I’m gonna know what’s inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I’m gonna know what’s inside you

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8 Comments

  1. Charles said,

    show off… piece of shit…
    where i work, I don’t even have my own PC. How fucking sad is that. I dun get interviewed, i get questioned. This is just so bloody sad. PAIN would be the name for my next posting. It will reflect the true meaning of pain, unlike yours… bloody piece of !@#%^&&$%$^@#.

  2. wernshen said,

    why so bitter…… chilling la

  3. Anonymous said,

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  4. Lone Ranger said,

    As a journalist of more than 32 years, I can tell you that writer is spelled with only one “t.”

  5. wernshen said,

    thanks for the tip. as usual, i fuck that word up again >_

  6. Charles said,

    just shut the fuck up alright… i feel like laying a brick now. Eh, I have an idea… why not we switch jobs??

  7. Sheerbliss said,

    don’t mean to be rude but ‘looser’ is spelt as ‘loser’. :P

  8. Wei Yenn said,

    Ahaha! Now I know how to get you journalists/writers to an event! =P

    Btw, love your choice of song…

    Cheers!

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