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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Action speaks louder than words. Despite knowing this fact, i still can't get my damn extra lazy bones on getting started with things which has been pending for what seems like eons ago.

A fairly justified example. Driving. Since i failed TP in February, i've been dragging and procrastinating on getting my PDL renewed, finding an instructor cause over my dead body am i going to stick with MICHAEL. And well, Dad and the bf have been such sweet people to help me find an instructor and they even got their numbers for me. I appreciate them millions, but i just hate myself. Hate myself for not utilising the greatest invention, the telephone, dialing just 8 digits so that i can get started on my lessons. Hate myself for giving excuses like "no time to renew PDL since post office operates during working hours and i have to work", when i can conveniently just ask my Dad to do it on behalf of me since the post office is just across the road. It's just excuses after excuses. Not to mention, i "wasted" mum's money which amounts to approximately 1K since she paid for my driving lessons previously.

Another, piano. Passed grade 8 3 years ago, yet i haven't even got started on my Diploma. But at least i'm enquiring about the course details and stuffs. Hopefully i'll be able to start lessons soon. But the fees is gonna burn a hole in my pocket. A real big hole. Oh....and if i'm going to take up driving lessons, it's not only going to burn my pocket, but probably my pants too!

Something disturbing and it's worrying. I think i'm offically senile. Extremely serious case of Alzheimer's disease. I can be doing something and the next millisecond, i actually forget whatever i've done. Just last Sunday, i sent the laundry for washing. Took the pail containing the clothes from the toilet, emptied it into the washing machine and guess where i brought the pail back to? Anybody in the right healthy frame of mind will bring it back to the toilet, but a person with dementia will bring it into THE STOREROOM. That's me. Heh, this is not funny at all. Even at work, my colleagues say i'm getting super forgetful. I'm worried of my condition. Frightened in fact.

On a happier note, i got my pay! But on a sad note, CPF is a real big time killer. And on an even sadder note, i didn't get my comission cause i think my customers haven't made payment for the goods they ordered, hence it's still considered a pending transaction.The formula goes like this: Goods delivered + customers pay for the goods they orderd= Liza gets her comission How "clever" for my boss to come up with such a rule.

Eeks! My life seems to be going in the wrong direction. Or should i say, it's not even heading in any direction. Aimless..........clueless............


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