All These Things...

Got a brand new roof above my head. All the empty boxes thrown away. I rearranged the place a hundred times today, but the ordering of objects couldn't hide what's missing. All these things should make me happy... Make me happy to be home again. All these things should make me happy, make me happy to be alone again.

Got myself a bottle of red wine. Got a night of nothing else to do. I think I might know what I really want. But is a brighter discontent. The best that I could hope to find? Got a big black television set. Now I can watch just what I want, but I'm here staring up at pictures on the wall and where are you, you're still stuck inside them all. All these things should make me happy. Make me happy to be home again. All these things should make me happy. Make me happy to be alone again.

But love is not these belongings, that surround me. Though there's meaning in the memories they hold, a breaking heart in an empty apartment was the loudest sound I never heard. Got a desk I'll write myself a note. Pretending that it came from you. On hotel stationary from the time we first met. Whatever I can do cause I won't throw my hands up yet. All these things should make me happy, make me happy to be home again. All these things should make me happy, make me happy to be alone again.

But love is not these belongings that surround you. Though there's meaning in the memories they hold. A breaking heart in an empty apartment was the loudest sound I never heard. Well I'll be find if I dont look around me now. Too much for what's gone. If only I can wait here just a little while and let time pass in my room.

Oi! And you thought that literature was mine? That actually was the lyrics of "Brighter Discontent" by the Submarines (it's playing in the background). I played it a hundred times today.

I realized I haven't really updated my site since Monday. I could pretend I went somewhere nice, like the North Pole and helped save the polar bears from extinction, or I had a meeting with the Pope and discussed if paying £100.00 for my mobile phone bill every month is considered as mortal sin... but I might as well save my soul from the burning fires of hell for lying and say I just actually went to Wolverhampton (for a training) and West Bromwich (to work) this week. These two areas aren't even an hour's travel from where I sit now.

In short, my life was boring (again) this week.

I have this flu since Monday. Below are what have been constant in my menu. Dry bread and vegetables/salad. I have a new hobby as well. And that's drinking water! Usually I drink coffee or sodas, but due to this recurring flu, I decided to constantly drink just plain water and my kidneys feel like the Atlantic Ocean at the minute as they're holding liters and liters of H2O.

Speaking of water, below is my Voss Sparkling water. I first met Mr. Voss at JFK (NY) airport. I have since then been looking for it when we came back to this country and I found out that Selfridges sells them. It's a bit expensive coz that bottle costs nearly £3.00 and any normal person will only pay 80cents (other brands, let's say Evian that uses plastic containers) for that.. BUT AS I HAVE SAID, ONLY A NORMAL PERSON.

Voss bottles can be a valuable social weapon if used rightly. If in a public transport, I always ensure that I am holding it out for all other people to see, even though my bag is empty. It's my way of saying "I shouldn't really be riding this but I have no choice".
At work, showing that bottle off is like saying "I really don't need this job coz I could afford Voss Sparkling water".

That bottle is really helpful in increasing my self esteem.

Speaking of job, remember Simba? He's been missing since last week. Everyone in the Nursing Home has been worried sick and depressed coz we dont know where he is. The last time I saw him was when one of the staff decided to put a purple choker with a silver bling bling bell to that poor cat. My theory is, maybe because of that (coz he looked ridiculously gay) maybe he committed Hara- Kiri due to depression, or maybe he hanged himself with that choker. Some thought he was hit and squashed on the road. That's just bad coz I don't think we have a spatula.

I have to make this appeal to whoever catnapped poor Simba. Please return him now... We'll pay any amount of ransom money. I feel sorry for my boss, this afternoon I saw her at the corner where we put Simba's plate and food. I thought she was just hungry and will have a quick munch of cat food but I realized she was just really missing Simba and she was sniffing whatever scent he had left in there. That scene really made me cry.