Work is better than ice-cream

Busy busy busy as a a bee. I like to work overtime till my creative director begged me to go home. While most people waits for the minute hand to strike the knock-off time, I just chill and wait for them to go home.

You see, when the cats are away, the mouse comes out to play. And it's really quiet. I like quiet. I can work on things without people looking over my shoulder. I can take my time and not worry about deadlines and mistakes. I can play flash games and blasts rock music as loud as I like and dance to it too.

I also don't have to bothered by this silly little thing called love.

Sometimes I don't really know how my heart communicate to my brain and vice versa. Against my better judgment, I went on a blind date the other day. Well, it wasn't really a blind blind date... The person got my number from a friend of a friend. Yeah we texted but never talked, which was strange but in my comic-book world, it was mysterious.

But guess what? The jerk didn't show. The bloody jerk stood me up at the very last minute with a SMS saying, "Sorry I've family day." Family day? Are you kidding me? I deleted the bugger's name from my contact list and ignored all Unknown Caller's calls. Pfft, family day, my arse.

Heck, I guess I've more YouTube time now. Yay!