Nothing much really.

The part where the computer broke down so bad that the person did not even get back to me until now.

Then moving on to working with the pathetic laptop that unfortunately couldnt take much of the load.

I am working at a miserably slow speed.

Then looking to my right, I see the work load stacking so high up I dun even know which one to start from.

Taking piece by piece from the stack, I realize that there are mistakes in almost all of them I have to ask to clarify.

Looking to the left, my printer is so almost dead.

Looking on further to my right, the boss complaining that he got alot of work (which unfortunately means I got alot more work) and all the deadlines is haunting me like terrible ghosts coming after me for revenge.

Looking at the time now, I actually brought work home and working in the middle of the night coz I couldnt stand being chased like mad in the day.

At least I slept in the evening immediately after I reach home. But my mother purposely din wake me up. (-_-)

I just start to feel like my headaches, strained eyes, minor body problems here and there these days might just be caused by the fact that I really dun wanna work.

If you dun work, then what you wanna do?

So I guess that is my only worth in life.

No matter how tired I am of it or how much I wanna get away from it, if I dun do it then I will be worse than a piece of junk (much more than the piece of junk I am currently)

Looking at the brighter side, I think I got a short teeny weeny break in march as long as I can survive this.

I THINK...