V-day or D-day?

February 15, 2007 at 12:13 am (Craps, GY 白 TULAN)

Now before you roll your eyes at the first sight of the word “V-day”, give me a minute to make myself clear. This post is not going to be about how:

a) V-day sucks because I don’t have a date.
b) V-day sucks because it is a just another excuse to leech all your hard earn money.
c) V-day sucks because it is so passe.
d) V-day sucks becuase of (insert random reason here).

It is, however, going to to be about….

ANY FUCKING THING I WANT IT TO BE, BECAUSE THIS IS MY FUCKING BLOG. HAH!

But seriously, V-day came, and will leave in less than 20 minutes. Big fucking deal. I’m alive. I’m still in the office at 11.40PM, but hell, I’m alive.

Sure, I cringe at the fact that people are spending RM150 on a dozen roses, but I guess I’m blessed that my girlfriend comes from Cameron Highlands – which simply means that flowers to her are worth about as much as …. well … DIRT?

Also, since she’s working in Singapore, it’ll also mean that I’m spared from forking out a good portion of my monthly salary on a steak the size of my name card holder. Phew.

But in the end, I still kinda miss not having her around. The feeling sucks. It really does. But I guess there’s nothing I can do at the current moment but wait it out.

Back here in the office, I’m still freezing my balls off. The fever hasn’t dissapeared yet, and my tummy has been rumbling the whole day. I haven’t been eating much, so why the fuck is there so much shit (yes, I mean shit literally) coming out of my arse? Maybe it is due to some sort of freak chemical reaction where all my fats are melting down and are being discarded from my body in the form of shit. At this rate, I’ll be a fucking model by the time Chinese New Year arrives. I just hope by that time, the chemical reaction will stop, and I won’t continue to loose weight. I don’t want to look like fucking Skeletor, even though he is one cool mother fucker.

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So anyway, I’m here in the office at midnight. I pulled an all nighter yesterday, got 3 hours of sleep, and I’m pulling another all nighter now. Some of you might think I’m crazy, but hey, that’s the way it goes in my line. You get the choice of freedom – do everything at a consistant rate, and feel your life passing by you monotonously, or leave everything to the end and tap on your last minute inspirations to come up with kick arse articles, effectively freeing up the rest of the month for yum cha sessions in the middle of the day.

I guess it’s all down to bad habbits cultivated in uni (you know, do your assignment 2 hours before it’s due?). It’s gotten me through my one and a half years of journalism, so I don’t see why I should stop it now. It’s not like I’ve got kids to look after and a wife who’s waiting alone in the bed for me. I’m living a pseudo bachelors lifestyle now, so I guess I can afford to be a little bit of a loose canon.

But yes, today is D-day. Everything is due latest by tomorrow evening. This is because we want the layout of our March issue to be completed before the CNY break, which means my designer is also burning the midnight oil at home. We’ll be closing shop for a week, so I’ll probably spend an extra day in Camerons. Speaking of which, I have yet to buy the bakua and send my GF’s pictures for developing. FUCK.

D-day indeed.

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1 Comment

  1. erizabesu said,

    ahaks…passe but here goes…

    HAPPY CNY!!

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