Saturday, January 08, 2005
-Lose My Breath-
The colour this time though, said it all. Im all purple not with bruises, but with boredom and weariness. Raise me up. I now have a few hours after sleep each day to myself for soul cleansing and i am in shambles. Its like a laxative effect. One poop work of 12 hours (which my dear councilors gladly took the chance to laugh at me haha) drains you completely of everything you got. And you just have to hope that the bus drivers would not get irritated on a daily basis having to wake you up at the bus interchange. The only assuring thing is that my stop is at the interchange.
But yet i shall write, and i shall write even more. If one thought that the education system was based in the vicious cycle of conformity, oh wait till you see my horror. Heaven and hell sometimes appeared as doorways, marginalised by simply another table where you could do much slacking and less daunting jobs. The curse of the 'aunties' is also true, and certainly unpleasant. There is always that bunch of them that act as if they knew it all but yet had actions of work that only could match up respective in quantity to their walnut brains. Trust me though, i am humbled. A new me with a fresh perspective was born just after two days of work and i have learnt many things in life. And so, i shall, and i shall tough 1 month out... and unleash my new found purse strings upon my familiar homeland of consumerism, not work holism --->
ORCHARD. My dear friends i do miss hanging out with you all already. Sorry if i had to cancel any outings with you all. Esp. the council shld understand. Just take it as i went to a permanent new council labour camp for a month that did nothing but our manual work multiplied by many times. Only that its without the use of brains. Zzz what a stupid no brainer job i have. I knew that from the first day when a supervisor wrote that the goods were not "popularly" checked instead of 'properly'... I allow ignorance but do not tolerate stupidity la those ditz of a people.
I shall end of this entry with a most appropriate frown. :(
Give me strength in your prayers you all. I need it heh.
Written fashion may not be history @4:53 PM
