I hate coming to work every day. The people are dimwits, and
everything is so biased and operational via favouritism. Some work like slaves,
some do nothing and are not even bothered to act busy.
Let me complain yea, I just got shouted by some Australian
guy on the phone for something I never did. He was generalizing and shouting
out things like how we are not doing our job. Of course, nothing will happen to
him.
I am not sure what is meant to be but this life…I keep
asking myself, was it my fault that all my life I am living a life of a weak
and transgressed human?
Well, I just applied for some days off. That should be good.
Not sure what’s going on with my life.
I get the idea is life is a test, though having lived a life
devoid of any satisfaction or achievements. I don’t know. Everyday…
The world, the society, the disparities, the laws and rules
that are only applicable to the poor.
I lived for so many years..
Yet when I think of my parents, they have lived for so many
years and they’re not respected and they’re still working hard every day. Getting
up early and going about their jobs.
What…
I suppose they keep moving for they're parents.
I guess that should make me feel grateful and appreciative
of life.
I ought to. I am after all, a weak human.
Choices?
Well...may be minimal.
Circumstances…
I speak to myself and that's all
I am merely reflecing on my thoughts
I can't talk to anyone on such things...
so cut yourself some slack..
