I've inherited my sister's sofa bed and it is right here, right now, sitting snugly in a dimunitive corner of my little room. Because my bro's stuff are still in here, I cant set up the sofa into it's "bed" mode because, frankly speaking, there really, really, isnt enough space for that. However, it's only a matter of time before my bro shifts his stuff out (hopefully by next week) into his new room and I'm really bursting with excitement at the thought of being able to have some physical space all to myself for the rest of my adult life... like finally~
I know it may sound a tad pathetic but I've been sharing living space for as long as I can remember; when I was younger, it used to be four of us (i.e. my siblings) squeezed into one room in our old flat. Then when we moved into my current house, it became just us, three brothers. After that, during the later part of my uni life, it was down to only my younger bro and I... and predictability, I've become someone who appreciates the true value of physical, private space. One adverse effect of this though, is my constant need to re-evaluate my personal space, even my emotional space. Is it any wonder then that I'm pretty much a loner now? ;p
Actually, I dont really mean to lace tonight's bloggy entry with any gloomy connotations; in fact, I was pretty determined to maintain a semblance of cordiality through-out this entry as far as possible but I think it's proving to be a difficult task. Perhaps I'm just having a moment of verbal vomit ala Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls. Have you ever had that feeling before? The feeling when you've had too much alcohol or liquor to drink and the world in front of you is just spinning like crazy... and you know that the only thing that can make you feel better is to puke out whatever gruesome stuff you're holding back in your tummy? I'm experiencing that now.. and this vertigo is really causing me to lose my coherence...
Probably, I'm just tired out; the past couple of days had been quite a drain. I got back a little late last night because I had to push back my tuition and as a result, I didnt have as much sleep as I would have liked to have... Thankfully, work today was quite tolerable due to the impending National Day weekend; any sloppiness or tardiness, was therefore, quite excusable. muahahaha. Seriously though, I think my eyeballs feel as if they're burning into the back of my skull. Hmmmm... does this mean I've gotta stay off my contacts tomorrow??? eeeeekkss... dont want la.. ;p
And while we're on the subject of tomorrow, I kinda wonder how I'll occupy myself this weekend. Hopefully not rotting away at home in front of the telly (although that is a high possibility)... Isnt it strange how such a thought would never ever come across my mind just a couple of months ago??? If this isnt a sign of old age, I dont know what is!
