i guess?

I think once in a while you’ll see me here, assuring you guys that I am very much alive and kicking. Well, this is one of those moments. Yes people, I am still very much alive and kicking, in case any of you were wondering. Evidently not many were.

Nothing much is going on at the moment. I was in a tight spot a couple of weeks back but that’s all behind me now, together with the thought of resigning. When the going gets tough, tzy does not get going, tzy huddles in a corner and procrastinate until the time where she eventually has to face reality. But that is all behind us now.

Things have settled down for me I guess? I have time to myself now after work, which is nice I guess? I can do whatever I want. The only thing preventing me from doing stuff is me. Which is nice. I guess?

There is really no point in this post, just to say that I’m still alive and kicking.

Either way, I found these on tumblr (sadly the user hasn’t posted the Sagittarius’version) and I found mine to be quite true

source

i'll update when they do haha 

sofa king done

“I’m going to need you to come get me on that weekend”

It wasn’t even a question. I wasn’t even given the option to say no. like hello? I’ve told you before I have plans on that weekend. Have you ever considered my schedule?

People never consider my schedule. They never ask if I’m free. They just take it for granted that I am going to entertain their every whim. Why? Because I’m too nice to say no. Because I’m obligated to entertain them because we are blood relatives. Because generally speaking, it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to have plans at all because I’m such a lazy bum I almost always spend my time alone like the loner I am. Because it is unheard of that I have friends. Well, thanks to this I might not even have any friends anymore after this.

Do people know that I am generally alone in this city? I don’t have friends in this city. I have my colleagues who have their own lives outside of the office. I have uni friends who have their own lives outside of weekdays. My hometown friends are generally unreachable. I am generally alone here. And when my office frends make plans, especially one that involves going somewhere for the entire weekend for a bbq party, I. WANT. TO. GO.

Of course, that is not the case because I am not the type of person to go to such functions. Of course, everybody knows how introverted I am. Big gatherings like this are nightmares to me. Well if you think like that then 

I really want to go to that barbeque. We’ve been planning something for MONTHS and not one plan was remotely successful except this one. And now I can’t go. because nobody bothered to ask if I had any plans for that weekend. Of course I don’t have any plans. I’m so anti-social and boring my only friends are Joey, Monica, Phoebe, Ross, Rachel and Chandler. See, I have 6 Friends. I don’t need any more. I can spend my weekend with Friends. What more should I ask for?

What I’m trying to say is that there is only so much frustration I can take before I decide to do something about it. I don’t have a venting outlet. I don’t have anything in this city. Mind you I live on the 9^th floor. Jumping off it is very simple. Do not push me. 

true af

so i saw this to facebook and gave it a click and read the piece and wow everything on this list is true i tell you

Here

like seriously, from the hair to the shoes to the "all the nice clothes is at the back of the closet", all true XD

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my lover's got humour

meh

Hi, this is me, I don’t actually have anything to talk about at the moment? But it feels like I haven’t been talking about anything relevant in a while? But then again, who is it to determine whether what I say here is relevant, besides yours truly?

I am so bored right now in the office. Like really, I am. It’s not to say that I have nothing to do. I do, but I don’t want to do it. Why? Because I am a person who runs away from responsibilities, a child who is uncomfortable in all these grown up clothes and tasks. Nope, so not ready to face the world.

Or maybe because I’m tired? I’m really, really tired these few days and don’t you even dare blame it on me going to see my girls last Sunday evening. It had nothing to do with this. I’m just tired of life in general. Like, what is the meaning of life? I don’t know anymore. Not like I knew it before but now I truly do not know. Sleep, wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep and repeat? That’s not life. That’s just being alive. That’s not living.

But that’s the thing, I’m just alive at the moment, I’m not living. I have nothing. I know nothing (if you get it..ba dum tss right back at ya! XD). I’ve fallen into this pathetic and depressing routine that even you’ll feel sorry for me. I’m not going to elaborate further. This is not a soap opera or some greek tragedy.