How’s your week?

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Now that I’ve returned back to school, the days now seem to serve a less purpose than before. You, probably, have heard your working friends “celebrating” Friday (TGIF!) and wonder how a day could invoke such strong emotions. To me, a week can be full of Mondays… the most dreadful day. A day, to me, has some emotions attached to it and a set of behaviors or actions to adhere to.

On this particular day, you’ll roll over to the end of your bed after being jolted awake by the alarm, reached for that phone and looked at the time that you already know; for you’re the one who set it yesternight. You’ll snooze it for another 5-10 minutes then close your eyes, traveling back to the dimension where you have a, what seems like forever, battle with your inner self. Detached from the world, your inner self are giving you all reasons not to step out of the bed. He gave such convincing reasons that you decide to keep your eyes closed till… maybe your next bedtime. Snooze alarm came to your rescue, bringing you back to the real world and introducing you to your new enemy – morning erections.

It’s just amazing how time seems to fly when you’re rubbing your eyes, rolling around, kissing your bolster, scratching your butt cheek and poof!, 10 minutes past. You’re now closer to being fired or getting your self barred from examinations. It’s just amazing how quickly an erection can disappear. You rushed through everything; bathing, drying, grooming ( sometimes all at once ) in matter of minutes, thinking that breakfast would make you fat hence there’s no need for it, kissed your dog goodbye, cuddle a little… maybe a little more.. or maybe comb her fur..ahhh.. why not clean her bowl now and kiss her one more time before leaving home. You locked your door, open it to say one last goodbye and set foot for The Longest Day. Drifting off into auto pilot mode for half of the day, waking up considering whether you should have lunch or go back to the dimension to continue your debate.

And people, that’s Monday for you. A day with no light at the end of the tunnel.

Tuesday’s tunnel has a small opening to shine some light on you. At the end of the day, you’ll probably head for some exercise because it’s ladies’ Wednesday the next day and it’s always good to hit the gym in hope to inflate that muscle, at least for a day.

Wednesday is a joyful day, work or studies have decided to cut you some slack before it breaks you, and you’ll have enough time to hit up your friends for a good night out.

Thursday is the day of denial, it’s so close to Friday yet so far from you. You’re trying to cheer yourself up that Friday is coming tomorrow till the fact that Friday is a full day of working day hits that thick skull of yours. Head gets heavy, depression sink in and day gets longer.

Friday is the day of sin. People will work doubly hard that day ( work make time goes faster ) and release that beast of theirs to soak up all the blood.

Saturday, day of redemption. With all the sins you’ve accumulated from the previous day, you’ll go for a jog to shake off some imaginary fats of yesterday or meet up some friends.

Sunday, day of happiness. The day you wake up in the morning knowing what exactly is ahead of you. The day you’re out with your family and enjoying every minute of it. The day where you smile more than the 6 days combined. The day you hate to come to an end. The day that seems to go by fastest.

This week, i had 2 Sundays, 4 Mondays and 1 Saturday.

Now people… How’s your week?

It’s all in your mind

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Time has got to be the most cruel thing on earth! Unforgiving, relentless to those who failed to value or realize its importance.
What used to be a nonchalant walk home from the car park, has now became a frantic run.
The luxury of me lazing around has diminished drastically and I no longer have the time to do things at my own pace.
Time management is probably the solution to it but traces of it in my blood is almost non-existent.
I have my boss to blame for this!
No matter how busy my schedule might be, my boss will always excuse me because it’s too tiring!
My boss also understands how hectic my life has become, granting me the right to slack off during working hours.
He got people around to serve me and give in to me because I’ve worked too hard!
He never blames me for not getting work done and allow any sort of procrastination.
My boss’s a bitch, my boss is in my mind.
Though i had this new supervisor, Precious, to push me to work even harder than before, my boss still allows me to slack off in other aspect of life.
I hate my boss but i can never overpower it, because he is my boss!