budget

i feel like crap this morning. absolutely and incomprehensibly knackered.

and my wallet, it's feeling the drain as well.

now, let's talk about uhh budgeting for a second shall we?

yes, let's.

so last week,

i bought this,

and one of these.

they were planned investments but none of which were properly budgeted for. believe me when i say ebay makes it too easy. a click and a tap and it's all sorted. for more reasons why ebay is evil, please talk to our resident ebay hoe - hi riss! :) side question: has anybody tried haggling on ebay for those non-auctioned items?

but my wallet really felt the sting when i over indulged on lots of this stuff enjoyed at places such as this, this and this.

now, either i develop more self-control on friday nights or find other avenues where money could be saved to compensate for the former.

at the moment, i quite like my friday nights, and as opposed to being a problem, it's just something i need to...

tweak

sooo in the interest of maintaining the loss of self-control here's a list of some 'food-money' saving techniques that i've prepared earlier:

1. bring-food-from-home technique (thanks mum)
2. the stir through pasta sauce technique (thanks xtn)
3. the whole bbq chicken technique (thanks jb)
4. eat-other-peoples-food-at-lunch technique (thanks myle)
5. eat-other-peoples-food-at-dinner technique (thanks again myle)

if you need clarification on what these techniques entail, please see me. thanks.

crack

i started writing a blog entry about depressed people around me, but this wise guy beat me to it. then i thought i'd write about life and it's individual purpose, an introspective soul searchy kind of piece, but these three other people beat me to that as well.

so in everybody's best interest, i have this for you.

Guide: How To Tell if You Are Whipped
(in no particular order)

1. you have a visible finger print on your forehead, which coincidentally matches your girlfriend's thumb print.

2. you've seen your family doctor about a bad case of lashings on your back.

3. you have whip-lash ointment in your medicine cabinet.

4. you originally planned to have a few beers with your mates on thursday night but magically found yourself carrying shopping bags whilst waiting outside a shoe store for women.

5. whenever your girlfriend asks you for a 'favour' you always hear a whip crack, and you end up blaming these delusional whip cracking sounds on stress from work.

6. your girlfriend owns a whip, which you bought for her, on valentines day.


feel free to add your own.

notepad > word

i use notepad to write my entries, i don't like using word for blogging cos i hate:

1. how it automatically americanizes my zpelling
2. those red squiggly lines under mispelt words
3. capitalises all my i's
4. makes everything look all pretty

you can turn all that off, except for number four, but i can't be stuffed.

notepad is liberating, it gives me a sense of freedom to write however i want to write without having it tell me that i'm wrong, sure, it gives me an option to ignore my mistakes but the fact that the rules are there in the first place feels like there's pressure to conform.

also, i don't need columns nor zoom nor tables nor hmmmm...

font colour? maybe.

and don't get me started on wordpad.

no, i'm not over-analysing this

maybe just a little..

i must digress, i usually have good work ethics but sitting here squeezing out a blog entry while there's a tonne of work feels rather illicit (so is profusely using your snooze button according to a select few).

performance review? KPIs?

i've just had mine and it's been positive, now pay me my big fat bonus and don't disturb me.

so to all my blogging friends, keep blogging..

at work..

and in notepad.

ps. Cute Little Asian Girl - i still hate you.

shudder

i attended a wedding last saturday night.

and, i sat on a couples table, with two exceptions, myself and this divorced single mother of 2. her kids were naturally on the 'kids' table, but they'd come over once in awhile complaining that some other kid stole a kernal of corn from his fried rice or pulled a face on him, unprovoked of course.

later in the evening i'd walk over to say hello to some people i knew and upon my return to my table i'd hear the divorced-single-mother-of-two ask me

"how come you never asked me to dance?"

to which i replied "oh i umm took a short cut through the dance floor to say hello to my friends umm hee hee"

although i was thinking along the lines of "back the hell up! i wasn't dancing, i went to say hello to some friends which i unfortunately wasn't seated with, oh and NO i don't want to dance with you"

but i'm a nice guy, nice guys don't say these things.

then she made me drink cognac with a cheap rip off of coke (it might've been AC Cola)

then she made me dance with her.

then her kids joined us.

*shudder*

she was a polite lady, i feel slack.

sorry guys, i really wanted to come to mocha, i swears!

i'm going to write something important so i urge you all to pay close attention.

everynight before i drift off to oblivion i'd lie there thinking, just random meaningless thinking. a couple of nights ago i came up with a brilliant idea, the idea was to articulate all of those thoughts onto this blog then i'd have something interesting to write about ALL THE TIME.

now with that brilliant idea there was also an equal and opposite problem. when i got up the next day all i could remember was this new idea i had and nothing else. i have no recollection of those random thoughts whatsoever.

brilliant.

..oh, and that 'something important' thing i wanted you all to pay attention to, well uhhh i'll have to save that story for another time.