Aliens

Last week was one of the worst weeks of my life. With only a couple of phone calls, I felt extremely alienated. It's not a feeling I like, at all! I was quite depressed by it. But, somehow, we managed to settle the disagreement, which was a relief for me. Just wanted to get that off my chest. My big hairy chest.

Am currently reading Dean Koontz's Odd Thomas. Just started recently. It's an interesting book. But it reeks too much of Koontz's Midnight thingie series. It has that same atmosphere. But it's a good read, so far.

Been busy with work, lately. I have this database which I need to take care of. And it's been quite hectic, with other things to do. But it's fun. I like being busy, because if I don't have anything to do, I'll be tidying up my place, which is still in a mess, but not as bad as before.

Things To Be Said

I am currently reading Iain Bank's Dead Air. Quite a good book, actually. It's about a radio DJ who has problems with women. Actually, I wouldn't call it a problem. It's more like a gift. It's funny, the book. Bought it cheap at Alamanda, Putrajaya. Was there with my beloved. I picked her up from her place and spent the next few days with her before sending her off to KLIA. Now she's back there. Sad, am I. :(

Am busy with work this past week. Just settled three of them. A gazillion more to go. Actually, can't say I've finished the third one, because that is an ongoing process which will probably never end, although it might slow down once the project has finished. Well, have to get started on the next one.

But before that, let me just type a few more sentences, then I'll be on my way. Am feeling quite down at the moment. It's not the workload, it's about something else. Something that just doesn't feel right. How is it that I feel differently about one big issue enveloping me at the moment? I mean, at one time, I would look at it from this perspective, then, at other times, I would see it from another point of view. And it's not helping. I wish I had someone to talk to about this. But the thing is, I seldom talk to other people about my problems. Even to my beloved. I don't know why, but I find it difficult to express myself in front of people. Once in a while, I would just dump everything on an unsuspecting soul, but even then I wouldn't or couldn't tell the person the whole story. It's just the way I am, I guess. But sometimes, just sometimes, I find I can't carry the burden anymore, and I would just sag in my chair and feel tired. Really really exhausted. I still wouldn't tell a soul, though. Sometimes I would. But very very seldom.

Well, that was me telling the world (or whoever reads this blog, anyway) about my problems. Although it's very cryptic and all that, it sort of helps, I guess, to let it all out, well, not all, but at least a bit. A really tiny bit. Thanks for listening. Appreciate it.