Cureless

I’m starting to feel how dragging urban life can be. A year ago, I thought life in this small space is the best that’s in store for me. It turned out I can never get contented with what I have.

I wanted a new job, in a new place. On top of that, to live in a new home.

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Don’t get me wrong. I still like being here. Truth is I just needed to trim myself of bad habits lately - PSP and Puzzle Quest overdose, bumming, waking up late, forgetting household chores, buying and craving for unnecessary stuff, and feeling uninspired despite the day-to-day presence of F, and blaming others for my own misery… err… unrest.

For sure some of these are because I’m fitting in to F’s less duty-bound life. If you’re the type who can’t bear the sight of an unwashed plate dished into the kitchen sink, you’d know how I feel about the constant and quite irritating moments I have to let pass.

But still I can say that I’ve quite successfully adopted the lax-y type of living with F. I forget about things that need attention and divert mine to the seemingly endless adventure of my knight in Puzzle Quest instead. Although sometimes, when my own retarded way of thinking kicks in, its effects bounce back like a boomerang.

(Anyway, I’m thankful that F has all the good qualities of a patient and understanding man for never did he bash me for both inadequacies and overbearing attitude towards household chores. I still wish that I can take a time off though to reclaim and recover all those mess that stained my own perception of a perfect life.)

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Another thing. Yes, it’s true that I wanted a new job. I’m on a job hunt these past few days. A prospective employer called and I hope someone from there would call again so I’ll get an insight about what we can offer each other. (Naix.)