Sacrifice

Sacrifice

There are some things far more important than the All American Rejects. Sorry Tyson. You are deprived your once-in-a-lifetime meet with one particular fat, Chinese, giggly journalist.

*We should all take a moment to pray for him. Hopefully he may meet her someday in the future*

I am supposed to be en route the MTV World Stage concert at Sunway Surf Beach; and I am supposed to be gadding with the AAR, Kasabian, and Hoobastank. I am also supposed to be gadding with Boys Like Girls. But I sit in front of my lappy, at home, because my mom is sick, and my brother is sick, and I had better be at home to keep an eye on them both.

Also because my brother, aka designated driver, is now relieved from his post as designated driver due to his fever/cough/cold. No worries boys and girls, its not the dreaded H1N1; he checked edy.

Plus my daddidums is going out on various projects today - so the idea of my sick Mommy at home alone does not please me.

Sacrifice.

That's what its called. After three whole weeks of feverish excitement at meeting Tyson Ritter (oh Tyson, so sorry. Call me!) I am at home, NOT meeting Tyson Ritter.

I can hardly believe I am actually still sane, typing and not screaming in agony. Trust me: if you think this is noble of me, it rather is, but it's not, because I too, am afraid of catching the dreaded you-know-what. Worse, with my mom being one of the high-risk groups, I'd better not bring home any funny viruses.

I also have two double-page articles to write, (one of which has now turned into 3-page) and a movie review to write, and bah. A whole load of stuff to write.

So yeah. Some things are more important than MTV World Stage. Family. Work. Responsibilities. Obligations. Duty. Besides, my newspaper is well-represented; what with two other colleagues going.

To think, I wanted their autographs so bad! T-T But like I said, some things are far more important, and consideration towards your family members is one of those things.


Job Update

Well, I love my job - don't kill me - and I love what I do. If I ever feel like I don't wanna go to work, it's only because I am damn lazy to wake up in the morning. But I wake up thinking, "whee. movie review. interesting people. i like."

I like people. Watching them, talking to them. I don't like THEM them. You know. Like, in a crowd. Or a wild party. But I like watching them do things, discovering their strange and wonderful ways. People are always, always fascinating to me; and in this line of work, people with fascinating characters are a-plenty.

I've talked to so many people and met so many interesting characters and I do believe I shall never be bored with doing that. I really do. I think I am going to stick with my job for a long time, and never ever change fields. I may leave for better, greener pastures, but I shall always be doing what I do relatively well: writing.

For truly, how can I deny my twisted pleasure when I see my byline, when I see little black type forming up to make words? Yeah, so some people get off on porn, I get off on typing articles and stories, alright? I am strange that way. Typing, and hot male underwear models, better yet if they come greased, topless and brooding.

(Quiet you. I did not ask for your opinion.)

But yeah.

I am blogging away here. And you are reading this. Both of us are not going to MTV World Stage. We do make a good pair. We have so much in common!

Call me. Let's do lunch.