posted by Nk. at 2:38 PM

I just want this day to be done and over with.

I don't mean this to be another emo-emohan post -- just that I woke up this morning, missed the floor, hit my head on the door of indifference and not even glimpses of the eye candy (via my spy mirror -- so far, I've only been successful at catching a clear glimpse of his err, siko, lol) or mouthfuls of Toblerone chocolates (which I've been munching since Saturday, Saturday!! Frack.) could turn me into Miss Congeniality.

I realized too, over the weekend, that though I don't hate living with people under one roof, I'd love a place where I can watch pirated DVDs without having to strain my ears above loud conversations to understand what's going on in the movie. Or not having a daydream interrupted by the sound of flapping footwear in the stairs. Or going home late, or not going home at all, or taking home people (sounds totally perv, lol) without having to worry other people. In other words, I totally won't mind a place of my own yes?

Meditation doesn't work for me either -- I tried singing that Across The Universe line Jai Guru Deva Om in my head (The Beatles seemed to be the soundtrack of the dream that I had last night that I can't remember now, and this morning I woke up to Strawberry Fields playing. In my head.) Attempt at meditation result? Fail. Sorry naman, but the closest thing I can come to meditation is watching por--oopp, concentrating on checking line after line after a gazillion line of product descriptions and making it to the deadline with my sanity, and eyesight, intact.

It could be that I am feeling caged again and I want to get away -- like Hong Kong or Singapore or Boracay-away (Mira, are we going this September??). The office-work-occasional going out with friends is slowly taking its toll on me -- I'm a getaway girl, I have to go places or I shrivel up and die. It's been months since I've had a vacation, I could be turning into a hermit. Or worse, a potential adobo-cooking, rumor-mongering, people-rearing housewife. The possibility of turning into someone perfectly contented in a cooped little home is making me run out of happy. I haven't even been to Batanes yet! And Tibet is waiting.


So yeah. This day is almost over. I plan to run home, curl up in bed, and ignore the world.


Now I go.


Okay. Maybe a little later.

Labels: Across The Universe, countdown to a breakdown, epic fails, getaway, Getaway Girl, my sucky life, The Beatles, urban living