lazy days.
time wasted, squandered.
seconds of life given to naught.
calories pilling on.

i really hate it when i have nothing to do. well, granted it's not like i really "don't" per se, but to do something i really detest. it fills me with such grief and creates such a powerful urge to do something like go out and run like an idiot (however, i find myself unable to do that too due to my surgery). alas, i remain locked in my cage. the only company being the sicken dread that i have to report to work tomorrow at that slaughterhouse. i feel so tired of these anxieties... it's really bad... not healthy at all.

i wish i was back in school. i wish i was back in tekong. i wish i was back in AFS.

it's depressing... the more i type... the more i feel sorry for myself. underpaid, under appreciated, unrecognised, misunderstood and worst of all... persecuted in the name of tradition. in a little world of back-stabbing and false accusations, who wins?





nobody wins. so screw your f%*king tradition. this is the 21st century 'award-winning' organisation... not your backward third world slave-yard.
1800-2780022 - my key to freedom - one that i keep close to my heart.

i refuse to be your play-thing.