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.. and yesterday has been just one of those where you don’t want to do work. Yes I work on the weekend. At around 7pmish, someone went past my desk and said to me, “You look so tired”. To which I replied, “How would you know? This is how I look, maybe… but NO, I’m not tired at all”. How unusual.

Does it tells me that I should curl my eyelashes in the morning to make me look less tired? I would never look tired while at work. I am a very active person when I work. Or I probably look angry to some point that I just didn’t notice there was someone infront of me. I can’t be an angry person. I laugh hard all the time. Look at me. This is not the first time that somebody said I look damn tired, if that’s what you might suggest.

Sleepy, you think?

If anyone knows me, they would say that I have my eyes that smiles. I don’t know what that means, perhaps I’m the one who is approachable and easy to talk with. I’m like a BIG ;). I’m an expert in smiling, it comes naturally. Filipinos are usually like that, perhaps it’s in our culture. I just don’t know since a Japanese friend of mine would smile all the time from across the hallway waving as if she was Ms Japan turned JLO because it’s funny when she really mimic those twangy black accent.

I mean, how absurd it is to say “Don’t Forget To Smile” on a local TV-ad? To educate people to smile? It makes me sick to the bones that being cheerful or happy is NOT literally just by smiling - it must come from the heart. I am, quite frankly, tired of being surrounded by so many miserable people.

That dork is probably tired eating the same sandwiches. In most cases, someone around here normally say about what other people look, what they wear, what you did in the weekend like an ice-breaker to a conversation that usually ends up into “I hate the weather today, it makes me really bored and tired”.

The truth is, going out on the weekend around here is like pigging it out at any restaurant that serves anything from a wok. Then the first thing you can remember is that you have resorted at eating between Tea buffet to Tapas. “I think I’m getting fat. I’ve been eating on weekends with friends at LKF and it totally ruined my entire pilates exercise because I just can’t say NO to friends”. Or because you love eating but never on exercise. It’s kinda like giving them a plan-10-different-things-to-do-this-weekend look.

If your weight is around 109lbs, would you consider yourself fat? There must be something wrong. I’m the one looking malnourished and even if I’d eat my plate I’m still thin. Eversince I was a student, I had an extremely tiny looking biceps, still is. I will always be the thiniest like a super-thin-sick-looking-model, minus the vomit. Up to now, I still crave for a big biceps with flat 6pax tummy.

What surprises me though is that, my Chinese colleagues just eat too much. I’m not discriminating here but I noticed the way they eat on lunch. A tall skinny girl from the Sales Department would feast on the food in one serving - it totally turns me off as she randomly eats a dish, wonder why there are few fat Chinese people? Maybe my guess would be wrong. But if you haven’t tasted a Cha Xiu Bao yet, then let me tell you, it’s fookingly palatable. In Hong Kong, I see teahouse all too often and that’s probably why they never really become so fat. Is that the real secret of keeping thin?

As I was saying, maybe that person was right, I do look tired. From the looks of it, I could feel a heavy weight like a big sack of rice around my shoulder. Something’s worrying me this past few days. I had a zero-idea what to do first. The ticketing agent just called - which means I need to fooking pay ASAP, reconfirming me the schedules of my flight and when, when, when I should pick them up. While I still have to process my passport renewal, counting the days left prior to all this hoolah boolah’s, feels like someone is giving me a BIG punch on the face.

“Going home soon”. These words usually caused me some mixed emotions, especially when they also signal the days left in a calendar before my vacation, it also signals the end of work. Sadly, it only ends very short though. Bottom line is, I’m just worrying about worrying! Although I feel I’m getting ready for this, there are still things that needs to be left behind.

I’m worrying about my cat. This will be the first vacation where I needed someone to take care of my poor little fooker (bad cat, stop fooking at me when you’re hungry). The boarding service for animals at Sai Kung would cost me like a thousand fook of bucks excluding the grooming and other “vacation” treatment. Shit, that silly cat is going to have a real holiday treat than myself. Can I make him vanish for at least a week or so? He’s adorable, a few times at least as far as I can remember, crawling in the bed, asleep even if you scream so real close at his stinky ears, he can’t just hear a thing. I wanted that kind of rest, you know.

No matter how much I love going on a holiday, I would worry about the house being attacked by dusts & molds as the weather starts to look like a sucker each day. Spring cleaning is again another thing that I should be doing.

Wait a minute, am I worrying again? Wouldn’t it be okay to just enjoy each day without having to make plans? April is suppose to be a good month. I would not want to look even more tired. I want to make it a good one. But now I have to go to bed and cuddle with the blanket.

Happy Birthday Ma.

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