Truth is, I am tired and so beat that I'm sure I'll doze to dreamland the soonest I lay my head on the pillow.
Truth is, I still got gazillion of mails screaming my name, whimpering, squealing and whining for my attention in the ever so efficient Outlook mail. I secretly pray and hope that due to some satellite glitch or something whatever, tomorrow we will be facing some server problems which overall affected the company's email domain name. Ha!
Truth is, I have to be translating the script right now instead of typing this entry. But, what the hell. I wanted a break from the bloody cartoon and their unbearably childish story with no intense climax. Unfortunately, I have another 2 episodes grumbling impatiently in my lappy to be translated from English to Malay while the original video is in Japanese, which unfortunately I have to watch in order to put in the timeline. Oh did I mentioned I am a part time script translator now? Greedy much. Get rich or die trying, as 50 cent would said.
Truth is, I so desperately wanted to go squashing or swimming or jogging or just hangout and chilling with my friends. But here I am, typing away at this entry. While eating some peanuts and drinking some left-over Coke from ad-hoc picnic the other day. While wondering if I may win in the tournament this weekend.
Truth is, I am kinda homesick. I miss my parents, my grandparents, my siblings' crazyness, my cousins slapstick-ness and Alayna Zahra's cuteness. Oh yeah. Of course, the Xbox Kinect too. How can I forget the ever wonderful Kinect which bond us all together in the ever competitive games of either about snots or lewd dance or the athletic games.
Truth is, I should end this now or I may not be able to get anything done. Oh well.