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Sunday, July 15

t.o.w. i meet monica

I actually had an idea for this entry on Friday - a day where all was good and well. The supposed entry was to be filled with silly banter, puns and amusing language. Sadly, today is Sunday and all there is to it is PHLAT.

Anyway, in essence, I finally met Monica from Monica@ Work. And realised that Monica from Monica@ Work is not the boss of Monica@ Work. I am so dull. I blame Sunday.

This week was terribly packed. And I mean terribly. While I don't blame anyone except myself for letting such a silly schedule get to me, I really can't help but do so. Haha. So to all whom I met this weekend, RWAR. Again, all these angst, I blame Sunday.

There is just so much going on right now. The Board tomorrow. Mum being not around this couple of days. The dread that the uni apps bring with them. What I really want for myself and my family in the future. The people around me and what they have to go through and what they will be going through. What I have to go through.

I'm trying to dig deep here. Back to a couple of weeks ago when all was well and rosy. Perhaps , dare I say and I hope I'm wrong, optimistic to the point of foolishness. All of a sudden, all is bleak again.

I feel like a dementor is hovering above me.

Which is why I want to join the order of the phoenix. To learn how to conjure a patronus charm. I hope my patronus takes the form of a giant tennis ball. WHACK.

Dig deeper dig deeper.

But through it all, I suddenly feel like what I'm going through is no longer as menial as I made it out to be in the past. It has translated into greater things, greater than just an unwillingness to losing 2 years of my time. And while I'm appreciative that if anything, I am not a piece of rock or a person with the emotional maturity of a baby lizard (one of which I just murdered today, flushing it down the bath drain with hot, boiling water), I still would rather be basking in the luxury of a free, unboggled mind. I have to admit, that in recent years, I have evolved to someone less of a thinker. Bit of an airhead maybe even. And I'm telling you they were good times. And I want them back. RWAR. I'm a mess.

Expecto Patronum! Expecto Patronum! I don't even have silver wisps coming out of my imaginary wand. Even Longbottom did.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:40 PM