Top of the Pops!

I remember the time when I was so music-oriented. I had this longing for playing the drums plus I was glued to MTV and Channel V, watching those award shows several times (as they tend to get a bit more airtime than you'd imagine) and reading up mostly on UK teeny boppy pop magazines (Smash Hits, TOTP and the like - can't really remember the titles now). I guess those were the days. I knew the pop/rock genre so well that I knew pretty much where each artist is coming from and what's happening to who. That was one season of my life.

I still love music although I do not possess the same obssession, and I still love CDs and though I earn a bit of money now, I'm still as picky as I was before when it comes to buying them. Just bought a couple of CDs today. I find CD shopping to be relieving. Very therapeutic for some reasons.

Tuesday I intended to run some errands for mom but as I checked something with her, she said, "what if we decide to not head down to Sydney and you come home instead?"

My world suddenly shook. The compartamentalized clockwork I operate with just got shaken. I didn't know what to say but decided to dig through the reasons and justify my side. We basically left it hanging.

Next day, mom took a step towards getting me to go home and I reacted rather negatively but it was never confirmed. Up until now I don't know what to think. However, I shoved the thought aside and decided to leave it there for now and just wait and see until we get to the time when that matter will once again demand my attention.

I slept in between work and uni that day. Was meant to wake up at 4pm to get ready for my 6pm class but alas, I slept through the alarm and woke up at 6pm! Made a mad dash for uni but didn't get there until 7:15pm due to heavy traffic. Decided to wait until half time and the break when I can sneak in unnoticed but they never went on a break.

And so I ended up going to the library to find Pauline and her roomie there, went to dinner with Al and then had coffee prior to calling it a day.

Yesterday I was rostered to work at Transport House with Jen, the new supervisor. I do not really know her and I shall hold all judgment about her until such time when she gets on my nerves or makes me really happy or something along that spectrum.

She wasn't there at 10 past so I decided to ring Roy. I didn't have Jen's number. But I have Christine's who's meant to come at 8am. It was Roy's day-off, too but why did I decide to ring Roy? I did not really have to debate in my head about who to ring. I just did it instinctively and it is a bit of a rage release. I'm exaggerating.

To cut the long story short, Roy came in because he couldn't get in touch with Jen but he didn't have a key cos he forgot until the very last second that he gave it to another girl. The search for a key was a bit on the frustrating side and so we ended up having to wait for Ms. Christine to come and just opened the store at 8am. As soon as we got in.

The big question as to whether I should stay on or go elsewhere still lingers.

Uni was boring yesterday. I was nodding off for like an hour and a half, out of 2 hours. I still tried to take down notes. Went for Jazz with Amy afterwards which was heaps and heaps of fun. I was overly hyper until the euphoric effect died down and I felt once again that I am tired and sleepy.