Sunday, March 18, 2007
The time now is 12 midnight, issac just arrived home twenty minutes ago, had a bowl of koko krunch and had a bath... doesn't feel like a million bucks, but gets down before the computer anyway...
His tired body heaves back and forth on the high chair before the table... He turns on the soulful joss stone CD he has in the computer, wonders about the last line in the prelude to the album, "you've gotta have the balls to change"...
He woke up late this morning, he was supposed to be at bouna vista at 7 but woke up at 625... he woke up and his first reaction was "shucks" but with more vulgar overtones... out of the house in fifteen minutes, it's times like this when you barely have time to even take notice of the house you're living in...
He arrived at church feeling totally alienated because of cross training, a little lack of belonging tugged at his heart... but he continued on the entire morning, getting absorbed with the processes of customer service at the bookstore... his grey contacts dry up and scream for release...
joss stone's cd pulsates through his brain... "clinically i'm insane"...
After church he headed straight to toa payoh for work... lunch alone at macs first, felt depressed but had joss stone plugged up in his ears still, spared from the howls from the campus superstar auditions nearby...
He reports for work and makes small conversation here and there with some of the staff there, he later discovers they're newer than himself, gloats secretly... discovers that toa payoh baleno is a different work environment altogether, but he still tries to adapt... boredom sets in... the district manager comes down and asks him if he wants to go and get a drink for himself, he remembers, in baleno he's extremely pampered and treated like a child... :( must he really quit?
On the car ride home he feels like his body is numbed from the entire days activities, he feels like he's truly be stretched to the maximum, he is a rubber band that finally is allowed to relax from being stretched... he didn't have a meal the entire day but he didn't feel hungry, thank God... :P
he arrives home to see his dvds sitting there prettily, rejoices within, finally those secrets behind the fancy movie posters are going to come to life on his screen..."step up" and "take the lead"... sincerely thanks jason...
screams at shawn online for not giving him his blog URL once again... feels like a nagger, but he hates it when things are withheld... he's a child, an impatient being, he wants everything, he wants anything, in an instant, a flash that goes by, an angel by his bed and a monster under it... the tooth fairy under his pillow and the imaginary friend that snuggles up in the dark of night... :P
bless ya ;P
:: izak blogged @
9:09 AM
