Good day folks. The weekend has been rather hectic rushing on my working drawings which was Autocad-ing all the way,rushing to complete the set of construction drawings which is getting on my nerves at the moment. Aside from getting my mind all wired up with work, all work and no play is making Ellie a dull girl wtf. I haven’t been spending time at home at all, as the matter in fact I have two second homes at the moment. One is the Keeper‘s and another at Katrina‘s.

My days are mostly spent getting my eyes glued onto the computer screen,reading up on books thank goodness I don’t need glasses; and I do make it a point to spend good quality time at the end of the day with you know who. My biggest challenge has always been the whole point that I have to keep up with my workload and at the same time finding time to do the things which I love most; selectively.

It sucks when you have choices,but you can only choose one.

At this very point in time,I am happy and content with the direction of things; although this hasn’t exactly been the smoothest month for me because its the Hungry Ghost Festival which I shall not elaborate any further on that. There’ll come a point in time when you realize that all the bad things that may have occured in your life before this, happened for a reason.

Love is a very powerful force,it is also an ability. It gives you strength when you’re weak,and it lifts you up high in times of need.At times I do picture myself as a helium balloon which floats high up into the air which often gets my balloon popped half way before it reaches the clouds above. Through the toughest times,especially how dreadfully tired I am at the moment; kudos to the Keeper for doing such a fantastic job in keeping me in good shape.

This is a message to you who feel this,it may apply to more than one.

Friendship is something which I hold very dear to me,but betrayal in any form will instantly throw you off my list for good.Its disappointing when instead of turning to you,they keep turning to someone else instead of you. The day I feel as if I’m invisible to you,thats when you’re as good as invisible to me.
Have some respect that I have my stands,likes and dislikes about my personal life which I’ve pretty much kept private & to myself. I may not speak or talk about it,but watch your actions because this oversensitive bitch was a bitch, i can read the smoothest riddles & anticipate the sneakiest move.

I don’t share,if you should know.
This applies to anyone else who happens to feel as if I’m slamming you on this.

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Related posts:

1. A Pardonable Insanity.
2. Angled Wings.
3. Hanging On A Rebound.

Posted on Monday, September 14th, 2009 in Architecture Eats My Life Away, Blogosphere, Cheerio thinks a lot, Past, Personal Writing Masterpieces. Subscribe to this comment feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.