fromazza

I haven't been blogging for a while, I guess it's because I was a little lost.

I finally had my brother back home after almost a year of not seeing him, it was nice to have a full house again, but it was annoying too at times. I noticed how living in your family home is very similar to a primary-school yard, none of you hate each other but you tend to pick sides according to how you're feeling. Unlike other families, I think we're great (MASHALLA).

I guess you always have to remind yourself that no matter how psychotic you think your parents are, they probably think worse of you. They'll always find something to complain about, but I would worry if I went through a day when they don't, even though I don't understand why .. I guess that's one of the mysteries of being a daughter.

After 3 months back, I made a quick getaway plan and jetted off back to London. The moment I realised I finanlly landed I got this rush that I don't think I can explain in words, I wanted to scream from joy (I probably did, but i just didn't notice it)..It was great seeing everyone, even though things were different, the city was the same.. I just love it.. so I shopped and ate all i could, Ienjoyed my every second there, I knew I was coming back to countless hours of sitting down at a desk slaving away with paper work. I couldn't get shut eye the whole way back, depression and reality were starting to kick in. When I got back I couldn't beleive it, my luggage was extremely late, my dog was missing.. so rather than heading straight back home, I decided to go to every petshop and the BSPCA to hunt her down. Sadly, she was no where to be found.

I started my second week of work , it's really busy, which isn't such a bad thing..I actually don't mind the hours, it hides me away from the reality that is being on this island. I'd like to call it Post-Holiday Depression, it sounds better than accepting it as just "Depression". I hope this is just a phase that passes, but I've survived alot.. i'm pretty sure I can convince myself to smile and march off to work every morning for a the years to come.

The office here's full of random charectars, I keep getting mixed signals about how the employees feel about me.. I'd prefer to keep my distance though. I'm pretty happy with my Managers though, I sometimes worry they're just nice to me in fear of my uncle. they all say his name with a fearfull tone, and I had to hear stories about how he used to slave them away when he was partner. I'm kinda getting used to office politics, especially after surviving my last job.

Back to my missing dog, I'm starting to get suspicious.. a neighbour's dog of the similar description went missing but it was male (the lady from the BSPCA concluded someone wants to breed them) and another girls' Yorkie went missing too.. could there be a Dog-napper out there on the loose? if so, he/she must be stopped and punished.. bring our babies back home!!