StarringSMU surprisingly turned out pretty well, for today at least.
The girls are pretty fun bunch & the guys are just.... plain irritating (w lotsa exclamation marks, pls) BUT funny. & i could click with the other faci, so not much else to ask for except for LESS things for the facis to do, pls. we're not your slaves & it so should not be my responsibility cos i didn't sign up to be one ):
And i love the way they're so slack about the hours. supposed to end at 9pm & we ended at 5. Had early dins with Marc & the girls, & played Egyptian ScrewRat. MAN, i'm good at that game. finally something, eh? all the sneaky slip-in hand movements, you cant beat it. heh!
I hate coming back home to nothing. Nothing to do, nothing to look forward to - 'cept for sleep & perhaps yet another day to come by. At least there're distractions out there, to steer my mind off the things that upset me & complicate life(ves). At least there're Kim & Rach (ok, Fivers - to ward off any jealousy) to pick up any dull moments, with comments that make me smile. At least there're friends who MIGHT be there (i'm still a skeptic but i know better). At least there're support out there, somewhere.
So, if you dont understand.... perhaps don't even try. Cos i hate to explain.
I know i've got my bad & pesky moments. But i pick myself back up fast too...
I know i'm asking for too much if i ask everyday to be good.
This world is too realistic & practical for make-beliefs. Maybe i'm too practical for my own good. Maybe, baby.
I'll be good when the sun comes up once more. So, no worries there.
The girls are pretty fun bunch & the guys are just.... plain irritating (w lotsa exclamation marks, pls) BUT funny. & i could click with the other faci, so not much else to ask for except for LESS things for the facis to do, pls. we're not your slaves & it so should not be my responsibility cos i didn't sign up to be one ):
And i love the way they're so slack about the hours. supposed to end at 9pm & we ended at 5. Had early dins with Marc & the girls, & played Egyptian ScrewRat. MAN, i'm good at that game. finally something, eh? all the sneaky slip-in hand movements, you cant beat it. heh!
I hate coming back home to nothing. Nothing to do, nothing to look forward to - 'cept for sleep & perhaps yet another day to come by. At least there're distractions out there, to steer my mind off the things that upset me & complicate life(ves). At least there're Kim & Rach (ok, Fivers - to ward off any jealousy) to pick up any dull moments, with comments that make me smile. At least there're friends who MIGHT be there (i'm still a skeptic but i know better). At least there're support out there, somewhere.
So, if you dont understand.... perhaps don't even try. Cos i hate to explain.
I know i've got my bad & pesky moments. But i pick myself back up fast too...
I know i'm asking for too much if i ask everyday to be good.
This world is too realistic & practical for make-beliefs. Maybe i'm too practical for my own good. Maybe, baby.
I'll be good when the sun comes up once more. So, no worries there.
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