I'm still at my office. With nothing to do. Just waiting for one of the drivers in my office to take me home. Well, compared to last week, this is nothing. Then, I actually stayed at the office until 7 am the next day, and the internet connection was cut off in the wee hours--just when I wanted to rant in my blog.
And now, is one of those nights when I feel so hollow, and yet my head is heavy from I dontknowwhat. The idleness, perhaps. I could've been home by now. Wrong day to decide not to bring my own car.
Maybe I've been smiling too much these days and I'm tired. I want to stop acting all nicey-nicey. I want to pass people by and give them the cold shoulder. I want to shrug ignorantly when they ask stupid questions. Blaaaah. I need my used-to-be-frequent libur semester.
Yes. I know the word 'semester' is no longer in my vocabulary.
I wish I could channel this... what, angst? into writings, or something. But I can't even pretend to be creative right now. All out of cigarettes, and I only have my half-empty carton of teh botol to fiddle.
Like that girl Juliette Binoche played in Chocolat, I want to leave everything behind. And go somewhere else. Or like always, I just want to hide behind those--whom I consider the best people alive.
Is it time to run?
