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Words, seemed to have deserted me yet again.

I am badly in need of an extraordinary surprise to elevate my mundune mood. An imprompt holiday, a sudden reaction or a terrific incident. Anything at all. Cos days that passed left no mark and days that stretch ahead leave little for excitement. I am falling into a routined pathway of the mainstream working class and it's killing my zest for life. My speeches are so prefixed and choices of words so limited, I feel like a bloodly answering machine.

Q : Off ah?
Me : Work ler...xianz. shacked.

Q: Wanna meet for dinner/drink/kopi/watever?
Me : Nolah, tired...going back to sleep, tom work ler. Xianz.

Q : Wa so early wake up ah?
Me : Work ler..xianz. Tired..

Q : So free online?
Me : Work ler...knn. Xianz.

Knn. Basically my standard reply is not too difficult to anticipate and with words like 'knn', 'tired', 'xianz', 'shacked'...it's already implying the growing resistance to my current daily affairs. I dun dislike the aspects in the routine, but rather how the routine is boxing up my extention of involvement in other areas. Free time is such a luxury, I even have to make time to shit.

How do you trap a ram? You dun have to. When a ram is not raging, he is trapped. Give me some suspense at any expense and make it intense please!

Aries suffocate at the mere thought of normality and die of natural causes. We are like some action-packed movies filled with all the booms booms bangs! We are the Armageddons! We are the Spartans! We are natural disasters! We are loud and never boring! We are passionate and always urging! Love us or hate us, we are the extremes! But when we are none of the above, we are nothing. We become lambs for slaughter.
Bleahhhhh.

It's 552 am oredi and later work again ler. Bleahhh bleahhh.