Im back to this whole blogging thing..
Not like i have left, im always here in the
land of quietly fantastic..
And i shall never, stop narrating my life.
NEVER.
Because seriously, one day i might get all
famous and the fans would read my blog as my bio.
Ah ha. One day.
I missed blogging so so much..
I mean, yes i have been blogging, but have a
look on my archive!
wtDAMN we used to write likeat least one post
every 2 days
WE
WERE TALKATIVE WHEN
IT COMES TO
OUR LIVES
Well look at you now, all down and barely
breathing
Daily, we close and open our eyes instead of
sleeping
Because we ain’t sleeping no more
We just wanna keep up with the time of the
world
Every 1 second wasted is 1 second where we
could be sleeping or engaging clients
This, was, how, we, used, to, define, pathetic
Ahhhh well.......
You know, it really bothers me as of whether I
am waiting for a way out, or looking for a way out?
I felt like I’m in the middle of a very
terrible movie, in a very fancy cinema. Its like I want to leave, so want to,
but part of my conscious is glued on the chair by unknown force.. All I need to
do is get up and leave the room, but all I did was sit right there. The reason
being I don’t know where to if I left the theatre.
So i sat through the movie, non-stop cursing
my pathetic existence.
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Wow, to think, ‘pathetic’ has now back to my
gloassary..
I talk about it all the time, and I act like
it all the time
Its freaking 6pm right now
All I can think of is to go home and die in
the warm hugs of my blankets..
I am currently on job with one of my peers
One of whom I would tell everything HONESTLY
to
And today our bosses came by to meet with the
client
They practically sat right opposite me as I am
typing this
When they left the room for discussions, she
popped me a question,
‘these people really enjoy audit so much ar?’
-Probably, because their darkest day is gone d
ma
‘Every time ar, I see them so into the laptop
like that, I don’t get it’
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Truth is, every night, when I’m jammin’ my
mcdonalds while rushing through the work
Feeling like living the worst life ever
I would look towards the manager room, and
imagine
You know how some people would say, its better
to have the bad first before the good
Then I think to myself, look at my dear
managers, what if there is no good?
If I were to tolerate this hell for 5 years,
and end up like them, or even further,
Tolerate for 10 years and end up like my
boss...
I would feel very sorry for myself.
I do think my managers really like what they
are doing
Thats what kept them going
But again, that’s not what
