I always feel like I enter another realm on Mondays. Weekends are always simple and blissful, life would be heavenly if day's passed like that. Then you woken up rudely on Mondays to face reality, a place governed by its own rules where people rush around in mobs, where you needn't wait for cars to stop before crossing the roads and can still be confident that accidents will not occur because if they do, opportunity cost is incurred and the most iconic thing about this world? People "chope" seats with tissue paper.

An hour for lunch is a luxury. Going home early would be equivalent to striking 4-D. Living through a day's as good as proclaiming you've gone through hell. Whatever happened to school days? I enjoy lunch with Ali and two other cocked-up lunch partners, one which I can't really communicate with, the other who's whinnier than I am. You'll never realise how an hour out of the office can feel so great, even when you're singing purple light, until you've stepped back into the office where you're all pretentiously so passionate with your work.

Jerome and I will then count down to the end of the day and finally to the end of another torturous week.
What a waste! If life continues this way.

And on an entirely random note, I don't think I'll be blogging on blogger anymore. Leading a double life is soooo difficult. What's the use of posting your life on two websites and one of which is just so that you entertain others? I don't even get paid for it. But being sentimental as always, I can't bear to leave it entirely. Then how? A quick transition's better. I'll keep whatever I have there though, beautiful memories accumulated throughout the years(: