
I am dead beat with work; often sleep deprived and stressed out. I am killing myself with work. I have no problem really with work; I can work under pressure with full loads but I can never get used to working around people who are insensitive and indolent.
Excuse my ranting, I only update my blog once in awhile due to my not so normal schedule at work, and the last thing I would want to write about is loathing and anger; I am not usually furious about these things. Most of the time, I just ignore them and be contented with a thought of my own serenity and that what they do tells more about themselves than it does to me. But lately the road for me was a bit rough, and cluttered around me were pieces of my emotions from my long-busted affair, which now has come to life because some ex appeared out of nowhere and expresses desire to date me again. There, I guess this is the real reason behind all these.
Rule of thumb, never date exes; I have been tagging along with this rule for years. I don’t believe in second chances. We all had our chance (to love and prove our worth) the first time. But anyway, I agreed to meet the ex and you do the math what happened next. Yes, I swallowed my own words, to hell with the rule; but no, I am not going to sow the seeds of love. At least I managed to convince the ex to a non-commitment relationship; just to enjoy each other’s company and be merry.







