the textual siege.

i can't believe that it slipped my mind that it is a friday after looking forward to it since.... last friday. 6 day work weeks have messed up my sense of time royally. of course it helps that one day lapses into the other seamlessly and you live by rote.

the thoughtful boo brought over some books for me to read when he last went home, among which are rich dad, poor dad and some paulo coelho. i'm actually looking forward to reading rich dad poor dad because i admit that i've been fostering an interest in the financial world ever since the commencement of my job. even though i'm on the bottom of the food chain, it has given me insights into that world; the kind that reading the money section in papers doesn't give you

as for the paulo coelho book, well, i can't say that i actually get him. sure i understand that his works always hold some profound meaning to be bestowed on you upon completion of them but i'm definitely not one of those people who rave about his books. i suppose i carry a more than healthy dose of skepticism when it comes to these inspirations tales and because of that and what the reviews i hear and read about, i tend to dip a toe into the opening pages of such books as opposed to plunging headfirst into trusted favourites of say, chuck palahniuk. i feel like one of those people who visit tibet or india in eager seach of enlightenment and return with the rest of their tour group feeling cheated. it's like ok, let's fork out some cash, visit some mountains, temples, see [but god forbid, experience] abject poverty and expect to leave feeling like a whole new person. except they dont.

ugh my hair is so greasy i'm expecting bush to drop a call sometime soon to negotiate oil prices. bitch had better call after 4pm cos that's when i'm waking up tomorrow.