drowning in work

Everything is neatly laid out when I get back to the room. The laundry is taken care of. Fresh towels and sheets every day. Food is delivered right in the room. I dont have to wash the dishes after dinner, nor do I have to pay for it. I even have a ride at my disposal.. to wherever, whenever. Definitely is paradise, aint it? Wrong. This is one dead place and it is getting into my head. Somehow this whole thing seems like a conspiracy to keep me working all the time :-/

I miss the ride to office and back. I miss the thrice-a-week detour to the beach. I miss fixing myself breakfast. I miss feeding the cat. I miss _my_ life. Shyte.

This hotel room is driving me mad. Want to get back. Real real bad. :-/

Dumbest fucking read of the day.

It was quite a tiring day today. After going through a 600+ page document and preparing a cost estimate, which I am not quite sure is gonna get through, I was really not in the mood for anything. And, then this piece of junk falls 'plonk' in front of me.

http://www.therockthunder.com/MINISTRY/Jan2009/ACandMC.htm

http://c0le.org/wp/2009/06/30/national-id-cards-ye/comment-page-1/#comment-47

Now did that shit make me smile? No. It like threw me off the chair and got me rolling over crying in laughter. I have seen 'idiots'. I have seen 'fools'. I have seen 'morons'. I have seen 'religious dumb fucks'. But no, I have not seen 'dumb fucking idiotic moronic religious fools'. Sorry for all the profanity. But, you just made my day boy. Totally.

Now now, lets get a bit serious. Whether the number 666 is indeed the 'Number of the Beast', is questionable. Apparently you have a '616' which is also considered as the 'Number of the Beast'. Now, I know you'll argue that since the 'holy fcking book' says that 666 is the 'Number of the Beast', it is so. I also know for a fact that you dont even want to know that the silly 'holy fcking book' you swear by is the blabber of some random drunk/smoked-up rabbi.

I am dumbfolded by the hypocrisy of you morons. On one side you preach against numerology and other occult practices. And, on the other you believe so strongly on the same. If you got to believe the 'holy fcking book' by the word, then well, Jesus made barrels of wine at Cana so that all the folks there can drink and be merry. And, well.. dont give me that shit about Jesus's wine not being alcohol. Best of all, Jesus did not mention a single word about abortion or pre-marital sex. So, please shut the fuck up and stop trying to feed me your crap.

woohoooo…

Breathe in. Breathe out. Sigh! Dusty mess of a room in a stinky city. Feels like home baby. :) After 35 days in a hotel room costing a 6 digit bill to the client, a milestone delivery. I finally can see a paycheque in the horizon. Phew..

Cannot sit back for too long. Another promised delivery is coming up in another two weeks. But for now, I am home :) Sure does feel good. :)

earning the beer

Got this nice fun packed weekend coming up. But work aint letting me go that easy. Shyte. Got to meet this deadline if I want to down beer peacefully from early tomorrow morning. Hmm. I see 7 bugs and 13 features, amounting to a tree of 27 pending tasks. Got another 15hrs to go. I can already see my beer.

Hey KF.. here I come. :)

the run

And then I totally surprise myself with a full 11.2km in 61min 31secs. The walk back home was the weirdest feeling. Legs were worked out beyond pain, and felt like i was floating :P

the runaway

I have been having this craving to take my bike and just leave on a long trip to somewhere. Somewhere far. All by myself. To let my head get some perspective. I tossed the coin atleast a dozen times since this morning, whether today is the day. No, not today. Work is hard on my back. There is a lot to do. Cannot afford to do this now. Just not now. Got to wait.

LOL. Its funny the way you think that I actually fell for you.

Your cheap perfume makes me pukish. That thick lipstick, just makes me go yuck. I simply cannot stop laughing at the duck walk you put up on those stilettoes that you are not used to. The rattle of your empty brain annoys me.

Let me tell you what. Do yourself a favour, go jump in the lake.

blah

With shit loads of work pending and a bunch of deadlines hanging like knives around my neck, I really should not be getting into this. I am looking at code with a heavy indecisive head that has stopped working. I know this will pass. It always has. But cannot afford to be down now. Just not now.

I did remember to smile at the fresh mug of coffee. Heh.