Douche Gabanna

 

I just wanted to post something. So let’s see…I just had a heavy lunch for lunch. It was awesome, someone paid for it obviously. My chest hurts for some reason; causing a slight/minor irritation upon inhaling.

Someone also gave me a watch as a present. I was asking him the time and he gave me the watch. It is easily the most expensive present I have received, oh wait I spoke too soon, on second thought it wasn't. I should probably try and ask someone on how many bedrooms are there in their house, who knows?

 

Tomorrow I have to help someone, it’s not like I don’t want to but I am lazy. However, I think I will anyway. Although it will be for the whole day and although I have to skip work and travel across states. 

 

These days I keep getting calls to attend interviews, these days I have to sacrifice my leaves to attend interviews. It’s a process albeit something we have to go through I suppose. On a brighter note, I think I most probably have been successful in one of them, one that I had interest in, and one with prospect. Though seeing that it isn't official yet, it worries me. I am feeling slightly paranoid-ish. Although it’s too soon to state, but attending interviews eventually pays off?

 

I wanted to wish people, “Selamat Hari Raya” but Hari Raya has gone. I’d like to say I was being occupied by some progressive stuff. As usual I keep finding new ways to waste my time. Don’t worry; none are as interesting as you might think. After all I am comfortable with myself. I might not be a fan of myself but being alone has its perks.

 

I keep buying fishes, small ones, big ones, cheap ones, slightly more expensive ones. They all have one thing in common. They all die within a few weeks, some after a few days. I have started to take notice that…after all that I might not be the best person to rear fishes. Therefore last weekend I went and brought home some lobsters. They seem to be doing fine, for now.

 

I hate it that I am ageing though I also hate it when people think that I am still in my teens. Yea, I hate this, I hate that bla bla bla black sheep.

 

So, it got me thinking, my new job if I were to gain employment with them. It would be a complete change of lifestyle. I know it will change me. My concern is how it will change me. Though of course I hope to change for the better and become a wiser & cooler person than I already am, right? That’s what I thought.

I hate to change into a douche bag. I hate douche bags, I would hate it even more to end up as one. Oh I hope I didn’t jinx anything.

 

Finally to put an end to my precious ramblings, the world is changing, at a rate that cannot really be rated? The earth is getting more and more irate? That was me trying to sound cool by trying to make things rhyme. Well the world is irrational, that was me trying to do that again. The world is unreadable? One moment you think it’s going to end soon, the next you think you’re going to live on forever. I don’t know, for a start let’s just hope we don’t/are not douche bags. Seeing that almost everyone are selfish douche bags these days. REFRAIN FROM BEING A DOUCHE BAG!!! Being nice makes one happier.

 

 

 

 

 

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  • 1) How about 'heavy meal for lunch' instead of repeating 'lunch' twice, eh? :3

  • (Author)
    2) Ur right, that would be correct and appropriate. I guess I wanted to sound different and make it as uncomfortably obvious as I could..i guess..

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