life has changed,probably for the worse.despite the realisation that with work comes the rolling figures,which had been the primary goal for almost everybody,i found this uber ridiculous.

so i stood at my desk today,looking down at the piles and piles of work,which just reminded me of how i would use all the scraps i can find to construct a maze and be so proud of it when i was young,and it finally hit home that A's would be out in just a matter of weeks perhaps?but thats not the point.its just the very fact that i havent been able to find time for myself ever since i got this job that disgusts me.i lost myself in the midst of clearing the stacks and stacks of invoices,i've been doing so much,i forgot what exactly i am supposed to be doing.

spending little or no time at all on rugby;family;friends;myself is truly horrifying.so i've made up my mind.im just gonna cruise through my job,put in a better-than-slipshod effort.cos afterall,i'll be dismissed by the end of march and get despatch to tekong in a ferry,just exactly like how my colleagues handle the containers loaded with goods,awaiting their respective owners to unload the contents.

but for now,i shant care less for its bed time unless i want to get an earful from my boss again for being late,which again is nothing new.

workaholic.how did this term come to existence in the first place?maybe we should just stick to alcoholic.

tomorrow shall be a better day because ;
"..yesterday,all my troubles seemed so faraway.." but then again;
"..if tomorrow never comes,will she know how much i love her.."

okayy,this brain malfunction is the consequence of the weeks of brainless filing and data entry i'd been through.