Countdown

One more week - it's my final countdown. Nope, I'm not counting down for Christmas. I can't wait to fetch my boy from the airport on Saturday when he arrives. Although it is going to be a very short trip, but I'm so looking forward to it. It's like the first time I'm looking forward for Christmas and feel like I've done nothing to prepare. And yes indeed, I've done nothing. 

Technically, I have six more days before he reaches, but five of it will be spent working. With classes three nights of the week and spending the other two completing my last assignment, I'll be left  with only Saturday morning to clean up my place, do all the required shopping and be on time to fetch him from the airport - something almost everyone knows that I don't handle very well. But since it's an evening flight, i hope it isn't as bad.

I've to go back to completing my assignment now. The due is tomorrow and my group members have done squat. Been working on it all weekend just watching the hours pass by from sunrise to sunset and the same cycle again. The fucktards did not do anything and I've been doing all the work. I hope to have it completed soon as I've got a meeting early tomorrow morning. Time freeze please!

Ticking Clock

I was once told to ask the person who merely cheated death in an accident the value of one second; it never got to me to fully understand that off recent. 

Nope, I did not get involved in any accident; I knocked into a fucking bitch who though that her cunt dilated half-way turning out of a junction. My poor Suzi suffered from a broken number plate, but the bitches Altis made me burn a hole with a broken and fallen bumper. I was not even having my foot on the accelerator when the knock happened. So much for Toyota fan boys; you are being ripped off your money with shoddy built cars. Anyways, that's a whole different story.

I've been back for three weeks now, and that means we've not met since. Though the chats are constant and the calls are periodical, it is still not the same as being with the person. For someone who has been in long distance relationships, it is still impacting me a lot with him is due to the fact that he is going through a rough patch. 

The boy fucked things up a while ago and is now paying the heavy price tag for his mistakes. In addition, he is employed by another cunt, they always have to ruin our day, who is pretty much a slave driver. I'm very sure he'll never let me get close to the bitch whenever I'm in town. He is also stressed out about his scholarship application as he wants it badly.

He is coming in a couple of weeks and will be here for Christmas. That is making me look forward so much to him coming over that is making me feel every second pass by. Somehow, knowing the fact that he is coming just after my semester ends is making me deal with assignment dead lines better as they now somehow appear as an obstacle between me and him - I'm letting my mind fuck me once more.

The crappy part about this whole setup and false excitement of him coming down is I'll need to deal with my finals in just a week after he's back to Indonesia.

I've yet to do my Christmas shopping and I highly doubt the tree would be going up as well this year though I have a better reason to do so this time around. I for one, just don't have enough time to shop for a tree or gifts. Noticed there are two in the office, maybe I should just bring one home. I'm currently thinking if I should hop on a flight to Singapore next weekend and pick up a scarf from Massimo Dutti, though it would call for some major scolding from him for wasting money.

I still have two more assignments to complete and clean up the house which has morphed into a pigs sty before he comes. 

A tree going up would require a Christmas miracle to happen and gifts shopping is leaving me clueless. Whatever it is or however much work I have, I still feel the clock tick with every second that I'm not with him though I don't have enough time to get everything done before he comes. 

Contradicting?  Not a chance..go seek the value of a second