The problem with jokes

The idea is this. If someone were to ask you what's wrong, what would your answer be? A possible slew of things to choose from to reply or nothing at all. But here's the real deal, what's right.

We live in a world that is ironic, selfish and horribly cruel. Things hardly ever turn out the way we plan and nothing is entirely predictable. I generally struggle to figure out what the whole point is. I say generally because these days I find that I can't really be bothered about it anymore.

I spent saturday running around. Literally. I walked from Balestier to Bugis. Surprisingly, I wasn't tired. In fact it was enjoyable. I was feeling so much better. To the point that I found the energy to club after. Hah!

Sunday... I ended up catching up on videos that have been sitting in my computer and cabbed down to Sanjay's. Cabbed. I really shouldn't. I'm super broke but I'm at a point where I honestly don't give a damn anymore. I really should go to bed. I have to be in the office at 8. *sigh* Not to mention Daddy's going to Hong Kong tomorrow. I had planned to at least have dinner with him tonight but as it turns out he had other ideas. Heh. To think I only found out about the trip on Saturday. To think I haven't really seen him since Thursday. Yes we live in the same house.

This week should prove to be... interesting. Different perhaps. But I'm not gonna push my luck.

Ah fuck, here's hoping then.