Showing posts with label stressed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stressed. Show all posts

Monday, December 07, 2009

i am the walrus

whatta tight and lousy day!

wifey made sure i suck on my workout today. she had me rush to the bank to make some deposits and left me to fend for the house cos her and the rest of her posse had to go party.. on the bright side, they brought home a new microwave oven. at least, they won something.. deym, i almost forgot how that thing work. well, the one we have ain't workin' no more... for months now.

anyway, i took a leave today. i deserve a break, ya know. the thing is, my superior isn't too generous giving leaves.. approving should've been the word.

he always feel the need to swipe some nasty remark.. he probably thinks he's funny.

well, f him. unless they convert the un-use leave into cash or something tangible, i'm availing it (the leaves) even it means they'd shut down their pie-holes!

i'm pretty burnout with work these days. that explains the line.

got a few bumps that would entail a lot of work.

pretty stressful, to be honest.

makes me wanna quit pronto!

i'm just gonna sort this mess out. finish everything..

then i can cry out loud....

F-R-E-E-D-O-M!!!

i'm insecured, yeah. i've got issues, right.

but as soon as i'm out, i'll stop bitching about everyone and everything that's holding me back physically and mentally, then i can soar somewhere higher than this.

this is getting redundant.

pizzing off.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

flat tire

aloha!

i know i suck.. my apologies.

got tied down with a shitload of work, what else?

oh yeah, i'm still bustin' my balls in the gym, thank you.

i'm on double-split routine 'til Neil starts goin' to school next month. meaning, early morning and at evening time i'll eat iron for two straight days then chill... hmmmm.. not really, no weights, but instead, i hit the treadmill or abuse the elliptical machine.. the latter's pretty intense, tell ya that.

lotsa work stressed me out real bad this week... i practically dreamt of 'em.. it's like having a nightmare, mate.

one by one they all fall down (read: fixed) but another one pops up again.

when the dust settles, promise i'll do better in this part of place.

it's just that i'm ready to hit the sack when i'm home.. pretty much like an old fart these days... gotta get that beauty sleep, and early.

later guys, gals and gheyz.. pillow and bed calling...

ZZZzzzzzz...