I just looked through what I’ve written this past week, and realised, that I’ve hardly written anything of consequence. It’s just work work work work work work…
YAWNZ. I’m so bored by my own boring writings and boring life. (Though I dun feel that my life is boring, so I guess I must have a boring personality too!)
Got my first pay check today. Well, life doesn’t feel like work to me… It just feels like a duty, sometimes pleasant, at times not. Work’s quite gruelling but I do enjoy it. Must be some sadomasochist. Or something. It felt damn good to give my mother some money… Finally, am giving her something that I earned by myself. :D And now my latest goal in life is to make sure she spends at least half of what I give her on something for her own enjoyment!
