Yay! I saw my dad last night because he was in KL for business. I was in a pissed off mood because of what else, but work. So the first thing i did was ramble on about how shit my day was and how stressed i was with all the shit that i have to do now. Then he said it... "Chris, you look haggard" and my response was, "I KNOOOOooOoow... thanks. You don't look too hot either". Mind you, my 60 year old dad and 64 year old mom just returned from Europe last week or so to attend my grand mother's funeral. But with the joys of work stress, it has abled him to soldier on... what a fuckin' champion he is! LOVE LOVE LOVE. I had MORE caffeine [probably not so good, since i've been told to cut down] with my soon-to-be-ex-client and eavesdropped in on the "adults" business-to-business chit chat.
On another note: You would be so proud...
I have actually started packing my books in boxes that my dad managed to hunt down last night [kindly brought to my doorstep with love by my dad + his two colleagues]. THANKS DAD! I refused to let them see my place since i had all my stuff from the office layed out near the front. One could say it resembles the aftermath of a good frat party or a bizarre that sold things that no sane person would probably ever need. So my dad waited by the lifts to make sure that i got into my apartment, whilst i threw flattened and unflattened boxes inside my hell-hole. If i were practising for the 'Worst Shot Put Championships', i think i'd be in the Top 5!
Lainey: i think i'll STILL need them boxes, i still haven't gotten to packing my "warm clothes"... ehehe.
So there was my motivation... An apartment full of cardboard and barely enough space for my arse to fit on my sofa. So by 10.30pm i was busy wiping off dust and shifting books from one end of my place to the other into boxes. The boxes are quite small (originally used to transport Scotty Paper towels and HP printers) but DAMN those books carry a bit of weight once they're all together. I've already used up about 8 of them! I figured i'd save me and my friends spinal injuries if i reduce the weight in the boxes. I ended up passing out after taking some Stilnox at around 5am.
I've arranged for my neighbor to look over my place on Monday evening instead of tomorrow. There's no way in hell i'd be able to clean up by then. Plus since the place is fully furnished i have to separate what's the landlord's items and what's mine. Plus i know i'll just mess it all up once i clean it, so figured i'd do the hardcore industrial scrubbing on Monday. I'm like all decked out with black rubber gloves and bottles of cleaning detergents. I'm so glad the stereo, Astro and the tv will still be there when i clean on Monday cause i can't clean in silence.
By the time i settle in [this is after i've perved at all the "possibly" available guys + possibly gals], i bet my new neighbors will be wondering what all the racket is all about at 5am. There they'll witness a pint-and-a-half sized tattooed and pierced shadow somewhat intoxicated crawling up the steps to the second floor. Then listening to me fumbling around upstairs trying to turn down my JBL ipod speakers [YEA MAN! My future wishful purchase baby].
So let me go back in time for abit... I joined the agency on 01 AUGUST 2003 and TODAY [17 MAY 2006] is my last day. I nearly made it shy of 3 years! I am the longest running Design members left... next would be my Senior designer but he's got another year to go to beat my record... oh so much has changed in the last 2 years!!! I can't tell whether i'm sad or just damn fucking tired! My 10 minute walk down the hill to the office was accompanied by Ganjaguru's Bass Control [shamelessly pimpin' for ya Nick... ehehe...] blaring from my headphones.
On another note: You would be so proud...
I have actually started packing my books in boxes that my dad managed to hunt down last night [kindly brought to my doorstep with love by my dad + his two colleagues]. THANKS DAD! I refused to let them see my place since i had all my stuff from the office layed out near the front. One could say it resembles the aftermath of a good frat party or a bizarre that sold things that no sane person would probably ever need. So my dad waited by the lifts to make sure that i got into my apartment, whilst i threw flattened and unflattened boxes inside my hell-hole. If i were practising for the 'Worst Shot Put Championships', i think i'd be in the Top 5!
Lainey: i think i'll STILL need them boxes, i still haven't gotten to packing my "warm clothes"... ehehe.
So there was my motivation... An apartment full of cardboard and barely enough space for my arse to fit on my sofa. So by 10.30pm i was busy wiping off dust and shifting books from one end of my place to the other into boxes. The boxes are quite small (originally used to transport Scotty Paper towels and HP printers) but DAMN those books carry a bit of weight once they're all together. I've already used up about 8 of them! I figured i'd save me and my friends spinal injuries if i reduce the weight in the boxes. I ended up passing out after taking some Stilnox at around 5am.
I've arranged for my neighbor to look over my place on Monday evening instead of tomorrow. There's no way in hell i'd be able to clean up by then. Plus since the place is fully furnished i have to separate what's the landlord's items and what's mine. Plus i know i'll just mess it all up once i clean it, so figured i'd do the hardcore industrial scrubbing on Monday. I'm like all decked out with black rubber gloves and bottles of cleaning detergents. I'm so glad the stereo, Astro and the tv will still be there when i clean on Monday cause i can't clean in silence.
By the time i settle in [this is after i've perved at all the "possibly" available guys + possibly gals], i bet my new neighbors will be wondering what all the racket is all about at 5am. There they'll witness a pint-and-a-half sized tattooed and pierced shadow somewhat intoxicated crawling up the steps to the second floor. Then listening to me fumbling around upstairs trying to turn down my JBL ipod speakers [YEA MAN! My future wishful purchase baby].
So let me go back in time for abit... I joined the agency on 01 AUGUST 2003 and TODAY [17 MAY 2006] is my last day. I nearly made it shy of 3 years! I am the longest running Design members left... next would be my Senior designer but he's got another year to go to beat my record... oh so much has changed in the last 2 years!!! I can't tell whether i'm sad or just damn fucking tired! My 10 minute walk down the hill to the office was accompanied by Ganjaguru's Bass Control [shamelessly pimpin' for ya Nick... ehehe...] blaring from my headphones.