On Long Hair

Another reason I keep my hair long is that it's too damn cold here in the office, and the hair helps warm my neck and ears a bit. A practical thing when it's freezing. I guess that's why Gandalf has his.

Oh, and I noticed that D leaves the guys who just cut their manes. Hmmmnn. (An interesting note).

A Day in The Life

I'm so unproductive today; there's only one sent item in the email outbox.


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In other news, my 'ofzm8', who just came back from leave, looks to have gotten bigger breasts. Like drooling big. Her striped shirt has curved the space-time continuum.

blank walls and sticky calendar notes

I should just post or use google calendar as blog; but I should write. I need to write.

2009011023

Where should I begin, really? Where does one start to think and acknowledge every thing that has happened accordingly? I say accordingly because I’d believe that despite the free will-ingness of life and people, there is a path and a plan; like how I happened to oversleep an hour and catch the train I’ve waited for an hour for and witness a man, pushing to get inside the cramped train, had his bag sandwiched by the train doors, ran with the train and let go when it started moving. Right at that time, I was thinking of the months passed, and of the wonderful weekend that had me swinging moods most of the time. Because I sometimes am too shy to speak and tell my stories to people, I tell them to myself. I would write for myself, then.

de-mys-ti-fied

So Alex was telling me the other night that I'm a 'different' person when I'm with her, like more relaxed and perky and all. That I'm sort of aloof with others and strangers. I said that I maintain an image, surely because I have a complex.

But in my natural self, since I have so many people in my head, we converse with each other when I'm inside the car and the traffic is nuts.

Perhaps this would be part of the complex. But still, the mystery is still a thrill, and that is why, maybe, at one part, this universe is strangely all too mystified about me, hence; it couldn't quite catch my breath.

and we're not that close, yet.