Been stressful lately. Mainly with work. That's life, isn't it? If I didn't have a job, I would be stressed like hell for uncertainty and lack of money. Then, when I have one, I become stressed for a busier life and the outcome of the work I have done.
On Friday had to make a phone call to Japan as a part of my job, which I really really really hated. But I was the only one who knew the matter and also the only one who could speak Japanese at that time. I'm still stressed with an incident related to this phone call, but I WILL survive.
Then, in the later that afternoon, my boss asked me to help prepare documents for an urgent matter, which took the whole Friday evening (it was lovely to start a washing-up just before midnight) and the whole Saturday (by the time I finished the market and the butchers' were closed, which meant my fridge was quite empty).
Anyway, apart from the stressful part of my life, I'm doing OK. Recently I've been listening to the first solo album of Paul Smith's (Paul Smith out of Maximo Park, not the fashion designer). I got this CD with his photo book, which is my kind of art book. And his album is like a poetry book. Can't find words to describe how the songs are like, but very lyrical and very human. His lyrics seep inside me like some poems out of my favourite poetry books. This is a little gem, but I must warn you that this CD is not for everyone. If you like lyrical images, awkwardness of a man, and European films, maybe you'll like this as much as I do. (My big girl said some songs were creepy, though.)
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