Bad-Assness

If you thought I was gone, you're probably, but most definitely wrong. A lot of shifts here and there but other than that, I've been getting my bad-assness on, which is to say, sheeshaing on the down low and sticking a few ciggs here and there, but don't worry.

The only thing I'm addicted on is Twitter. Follow me.

And perhaps Restaurant City.

Cheapskate old me thought that it would be wise to just smoke socially. I don't buy ciggs, I just take a puff and get back to whatever I'm doing. Other than that, smoking is wrong.

Smoking is not to define that I've grown up, but the change of how I'm open to more things, things that are new to me. I guess it's all part and parcel of growing up, of course despite the fact that others take a more cleaner route of growing up.

The long absence from blogging definitely, well at least, I think, made me change the way I talk about my days. I've become more free, in that sense of which I think lesser subliminal messages and more of 'look bitch I'm in your face' type of thing, but of course, a little ambiguity causes a lot of turned heads.

And please, before you start saying, "oh Zul's easily influenced, such a pushover." STFU and burn in hell. A lot of the things I've done, no matter how spontaneous, a lot of thought has been made, behind every decision.

Although a little misstep is expected, none is regretted.

Except for maybe a few, like missing PCD's concert. Oh, Melody, I apologise.

Speaking of my bad-assness, I got myself into a shitload of commitments. IITSC, (kinda like my school's student union, not the TPSU. Hah) I have no idea what I've gotten myself into but I think I like my job there. Underline, bold, italicise 'think & like'.

Before I express some... Preconceived assurance and love for the committee, I think I'll just do my job and try to get along with the other members, which is to say, I miss being around people I'm comfortable with but as I've mentioned.

Part and parcel of growing up.

A huge part of me knows I can do it. The other part just wants to either take a nap or get wasted. HAHA.

I have an upcoming leadership training camp coming up on Tuesday. I'll tweet myself out of it, majorly. I mean spending a couple of days with people I'm not exactly used to may be alright, but other than that, I'll try to keep the loudness level of myself down.

I just finished my term tests. Easily said, my answer sheets look like purple vomit struck it. And projects are mounting sky high. Something I know I can get over it. I like it when there's pressure.

The preconceived notion that weekends should be spent out partying up or just lazing at some random cafe, beach, and/or but not limited to someone's house, seems so old to me.

Back to work, Zul, back to work.

Oh and you know what's fucking me upside down? Singtel being all monopolizing and shit about Lady GaGa's gig in Singapore. I am so angry.

Just sign the petition, k? With your Twitter accounts. http://twitition.com/zuk8h

It's either my undies are too tight or I really need to cut some throats at Singtel.