Post-Whatever Syndrome.

Ok now, I do not know how and what to call this feeling, this stage right in the middle of school and work. Is this being bum? Oh, that sucks. It. Severely. Sucks. Actually.

My days are labelled: wake up, breakfast, bath, lunch, movie, sleep, wake up, dinner, tv, sleep (Facebook-ing in between). The cycle goes on for two weeks now. And I tell you this isn't good at all. As my hormones enjoy the benefits of the cycle, my neurons, on the other side, are in a state of great chaos, especially when they hear updates on how close Christmas is. Did I mention before that I have a dozen of godchildren already? I'm afraid it would turn 13 before the year ends. I absolutely understand the burden carried by my brain cells. Poor brain cells.

I honestly don't know why is this taking too long, I getting a job. I keep convincing myself that this time of the year is the most inappropriate time to get hired because of those oh-we-aren't-hiring-until-the-year-ends-to-avoid-Christmas-bonuses attitude of the employers. Makes sense? Whatever their reasons are, I don't care. What care about is getting myself a job before Christmas sweep off the remaining balance in my account. Talk about hanging by a thread. Plus, plans of travelling is stacking up the ceiling. I couldn't miss a single flight! :(

And so it is confirmed! I am deeply depressed about what's happening to me, to my plans, to my career. I'm embittered whenever I see tour packages, mall sales, airfare sales and everything! I find it hard to wait. I hardly believe in patience. But I guess I got no other choice than to wait and be patient. Otherwise, I should get up and build my own company, work for it and have myself paid by no other than myself. :| that's weird. This is what self-supporting is all about. 


P.S.

Bi and I decided to go separate ways for the meantime. Oh heart! I'm so sorry for the sudden heartbreak. But I think I should choose between  raging brain cells and bleeding heart. The latter sounds common already so I go for the former. Perhaps we will meet again somewhere someday, when everything is fine. That will be if no other woman is in line, just waiting for this precious time. 

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“You say to me goodbye and have a nice life. It’s like cutting butterfly’s wings and telling it to fly.”