Sunday, September 23, 2007
i am beginning to realise that it is possible to be an absolute slave to work. the worst thing is to enjoy that, very much. i have been putting in so many hours that i think i spent more time in the office than home. now, home is a place where i recharge and for a change of clothes then back to work. i am beginning to be an "all work no play" girl. wowee...
the sad thing is that i am run down... i feel so dead by the time work ended. i go to bed at 11pm on friday nites. i really love my life now. still remember those days that i put in my hours during the weekdays just to party on my fridays. oh well... time to move on. i don't think i can party much longer with my current work attitude. i am becoming boring now. berth says i put her to sleep. i am not sure if i like the sound of that....
well.. i feel tired to even step out of my house to meet up with friends. sometimes too tired to talk after all those talking during work... i just do all those mudane things and still get all excited about it. i guess i have succumbed to the establishment and society. i am becoming one of those people walking on the streets. can't tell any apart from the other. it's like the rush hour every morning and i am walking the same speed as the rest like a march to the stations and to the offices. my life is so dynamic now that if i yawn or something that is like an offence to nature.
one sad news is that my southern region is getting to be a rare sight for me. my assets are expanding at rate that sooner i might forget what my south side looks like. i used to be able to see at least my feet, now if i can see half of them, i think god is being kind to me. assets becoming a liability and my back is like killing me. i realised i am walking with a slight slouch and have to always watch my posture. who says big globes are highly lust for objects? they are really overrated! the increase in diameter and weigh really is not appreciated and totally unwanted.
sooner or later i have to opt to go under the knife to skim off those unwanted gain. it's really not as if my milk factories will be on the high production end. seriously, how much milk can a kid drink? moreover, i am not lookin at like having 8 kids at a go. man, i am human not an animal. wish god wears his damned specs! i am soo innocent! my mom says my mailbags are scaring the shit out of her. i wish i can tell her that i am scared too...
i really cannot imagine when i am pregnant... if that sight puts me to pre-natal blues i really can't argue that it isn't a good reason so!
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