I'm breaking out. Damn you Burger King! You are the reason for my misery.ARGH!!!! I wish I had a better complexion. Isn't my skin supposed to get better now that I've stopped smoking??!!

I dare say that I am getting quite used to working at MTV. I enjoy walking into work everyday, head firmly attached to ipod, greeting Sally the receptionist at her desk at reception (or Recept as they call it here) as well as the security guard and the cleaning lady (or "Aunty"). I sit down at my desk and turn on the computer and while it's starting up, I get myself a complimentary paper cup of 100 PLUS ( an isotonic drink which I am probably addicted to) and swiftly finish it. I then check my email and make sure that I sort out all the stuff I have to do for the day. Every week seems to start off stressful, with things coming to a head on Wednesdays and Thursdays when we have our editing sessions and filming to do in the studio. By Friday, I'm normally spent and looking forward to drinking with Neelesh. I also tend to be in a bad mood on Fridays cos I'm just so damn tired (aye, most nights I take a bus home, eat dinner, take a shower, watch some telly, use the computer and then pass out). Next week Neelesh returns to Blighty and I'm going to have to find myself another with the same liberal attitudes towards drinking. Most of my mates here tend to limit themselves to 3 drinks at the most which is what Neelesh and I tend to start our nights with. I suppose it's probably time for me to either start drinking less or drinking by myself before going to meet folk...I'd rather not go for the latter but the former just does not seem attractive at this point in time. I've already become so healthy, the least I can do is drink a wee bit on weekends eh?

Choonage: Air - All I Need

Today has been an exceptionally trying day. I am so thankful for my health and what feels like the last shards of sanity that I'm barely clinging onto. It took all I had to not flip out at work and break s**t. Technology will be the death of me, aye, it is the bane of my existence. And yet, I can't do without it....much like women. How very love-hate.
Anyhow, I don't want to go into details about how work almost destroyed me today but let's just say that it's left me feeling exceptionally edgy/irritable. I am so thankful that some of my colleagues are pretty understanding and have a sense of humour. Indeed, I need to swiftly regain said humour before I burst into tears of frustration.
I realise how very cryptic this blog has been. Oh well. Let's hope this week just goes by quick.

Choonage: Massive Attack - Teardrop

I've been feeling somewhat fragile all day, yet satisfied I suppose. Been hanging out with the family whilst trying not to feel too hungover. I think I did a pretty good job. Not that I drunk that much last night...last night was pretty sweet. Props to Saf for sorting us out. I had a wicked time at DXO with Neelesh, The Tick and Eileen (Happy Birthday once again, Eileen!!). Dj Marky was in top form, rinsing out his brazilian-flavoured DnB and making me remember why I love to dance to Drum and Bass when I'm in the mood for it. I danced like a maniac and in what must be one of my most memorable moments on the dance floor ever, unintentionally got Stamina MC (he of L.K. fame) to follow me in dancing like a monkey! Amazing. I've been feeling knackered all day, my legs are hurting like a mutha but that's the price to pay for dancing at that breakneck pace. How do I do it, week after week? Shouldn't I be needing my zimmer frame at this age?! Ahhh......it doth feel good to ache like this.
On a different note, I have finally managed to get Neelesh to like my poetry (Ode to Mushrooms). And all it took was some fevered imagination on my part. Hahahahaha. If only I'd known. Watch this space for Ode to Paracetamol.

I don't know what it is, if it's a deep-seated sense of despair and depression that is eating away at me, or whether it's "natural" but now that I'm holding down a job of sorts, I just feel so incredibly tired at the end of each day and have no desire to do anything apart from go home as quick as I can, get into a pair of shorts, eat some dinner, watch some telly and then go to bed. I seem to have lost all desire to see alot of my friends, let alone meet new people (which was the one thing I was looking forward to doing back here). All I want to do is eat and sleep. I think I've just entered my quarter-life crisis (or could I be pre-empting the real deal). No offence to many of youse reading the blog but I really need a time out. At the end of each day, all I want is some time to myself, without the incessant noise blaring from MTV. Thank fark I'm off on holiday next month. I really need it.

Choonage: Grandadbob - Open Mouthed

I've survived the start of the week. For the first time since I started work, I actually woke up dreading work. What a way to start the week eh? Not a good sign at all. It probably has to do with the fact that I didn't get enough sleep and drank too much beer over the weekend..also, having to play so many different roles at home whilst working my ass off at work because of the two public holidays didn't help. Neelesh and I have come up with a new acronym/abbrieviation (which one is it? I always get confused) for me when I don't get enough sleep; L.O.S.T= Lack of Sleep Tim
When I go into L.O.S.T mode, I am not a pleasant person to be around. Thank goodness I'm still able to laugh about it the next day, much like the way I am in St Andrews on occasion, for eg, around this time of the year..a little birdie told me that the fields are literally blooming with those lovely mushrooms. Mmmm...mushrooms, how I love thee.

Here is an ode to Mushrooms:

Put you on my plate I will,
Chew you slowly for thrills,
Drink you with my tea I will,
And if the water looks like it might spill,
It's probably your eyes playing tricks on you,
Nope, the water is not changing into glue.
Drink up your tea, breathe in,
The walls are breathing too.
It's not just you.
The leaves are dancing and the clouds are moving.
What is synthetic and what is not,
I think I totally forgot,
to,
erm,
I haven't a clue but it's all so funny.
Don't look at me like that, it might freak me out.
Argh...not the F word.
Paranoia, get thee behind me.
This is my trip and you are not invited...HAHAHAHAHA....
it's all so mad. I love it love it love it.
AMAZING!!!!

Tim'05

Choonage: Mylo - Drop the Pressure

It's late and I need to sleep. I've just played uber-knackering tennis tonight so my right fore arm hurts like a mutha. I have also been doing a fair amount of chin ups lately on the chin up bar that we just got put in. It is going to be my saviour and the reason that girls will go wide-eyed and give me chat about my tremendous biceps and lats. But, give me about a year. I need alot of work.
Anyhow, I'm writing this post just to tell you guys about the strangest thing I saw earlier today. As I was walking home from the supermarket today with pancake mix and bacon in my bag, I walked by a drain near my house and inside were two little monks eating. I could have sworn that I was tripping had I not been stone cold sober. It was the strangest sight to see these two wee man, eating in a drain of all places. I hope they were really there. It was too surreal to be unreal.