I feel the need to rant. It's wet outside and I'm indoors. The atmosphere seems to be pretty nice right now. It just rained really heavily and I witnessed or should I say admired quite a handful of pretty lightning strikes. They were right in front of me, like so near yet so far kinda feeling. I feel like touching a lightning. Is that even possible? I think I will die. Or maybe I should wear a rubber suit before I step out of the house and into the pouring rain. Hmm.

He finally replied my sms and dare I say, I was grinning from ear to ear. No, he's not someone I like or anything to that relation (infatuation, puppy love, lust bla bla). He was a former colleague or should I say friend? I meant he IS a friend and WAS a colleague. Okay, I find it really weird to call people I work with colleagues because I see colleagues as those that work with you in an office and do paper work with you and hold serious-looking meetings in some cool shit boardroom or something like that. You dig? So, he's a friend and a neighbour too which is a double yummy delight. Which doesn't really make sense but just bear with me alright.

My mother's in the kitchen cooking. I'm freaking hungry. Okay, when am I never not hungry? Seriously, I eat to live to live to eat. Dig? My stomach's about to grumble and make crazy noises. Not that I haven't eaten. Of course I ate. I can't pull a Lindsay or a Nicole or the Olsen Twins. Impossible. I bet Jin feels the same way too. If she actually is able to decipher what I'm rambling about here but oh well.

I've yet to go to the office to give them the money I've collected and neither have I collected my pay from them. The place is really near and it'd be stupid to take public transport there. One, taxi fares are crazy like my ass. Two, it'd take me 2 buses to get there even though it's freaking near. I'm just too freaking lazy to walk. Too freaking lazy to give a damn about anything. But then again, hmm. Oh did I tell you, I quit my first job. Well not exactly first job, but while I was working my night job (I'm no hooker or bartop dancer), this former job was in the afternoon. So technically the afternoon job came first and the night one second. Right? Sooooo, I'm done with it cause it's draining the hell out of my body and it's worsened my condition.

What condition you ask? Well, I ain't going to tell you. Or maybe I am but I think I'm too lazy to type it out here because.. Well, because my mum just called and I think dinner is ready. Sooooooo..

Chao.