Intro..

Yes, I finally decided to start blogging.. I think many of us start blogging when they are, again, on the verge of exploding from all the nonsensical pressure that jams our throats and suffocates us more and more everyday..

No, I’m not that gothic.. not that pessimistic.. not that sick.. but it’s been a while since I felt truly happy and carefree.. Last time I felt so was when I came back from Jordan last July.. I came back with a spirit filled with oxygen and colour, and a few weeks after that I started having this major stupid crush on someone I don’t even get along well with, and the after-effect of my short vacation started to wear off.. like Irish Cream on a Thursday afternoon when you have no plans for the night..

And where the heck is that other guy who only called once? What’s wrong with men, seriously? What’s the deal with all the mixed messages? Or do we women tend to over analyze?

I’m single. It’s not the best thing in the world. In an effort to learn how to deal with my lack of whatsitcalled, I started reading the book “He’s Just Not That into You”, and yes, it’s depressing. It’s not really helping, yet. However, it’s always good to hear a new point of view, especially when one is clueless. More about that some other time.

My job is tasteless. I don’t feel challenged nor motivated. I feel like I’ve been sitting in the same spot I was in a year ago when I first join the organization. Mind you, I’m not lazy, I’m actually the complete opposite. And yes, I know that if I’m not satisfied with where I am I should move on, but I, unfortunately, have faith in it, and am hopeful..

Enough for now, the office is too noisy. Do you think my boss (still not sure who that is) would mind if I install a tent around my office tomorrow? Or maybe a redbrick wall, yes, and I’ll have graffiti on it, and windows and a back alley.. ooooh..

Ciao for now.