driew dna redriew
Monday, August 06, 2007 (1:23 PM)
the weirdest thing happened some 2 days ago. for the first time, i was actually enjoying my work, albeit a mere 3 hours of the entire 9-hour session.
today's the day where the angel hops onto my right shoulder and say, "time to get some work done" while the devil floats above my left and say "just blog." i need some salt.
after today, just another 6 more days, i'll be officially off the salaryman's list. time to work on my stuff seriously. i need a literary executive. i need an administrative manager. all these are just some crappy fronts we use to shield our bruised egos in this society where the slightest criticism can send one to the un-integrated resort in some north-eastern part of my world. not the best of places, i'd have to say. the place is depressing. in phoebe's words, "if i have to work here, i'd kill myself"
time to get working on my ideal so i'd live up to the fallcious designation imprinted on some paper. we rest our egos on these.
mazda 3. december 2008. go turret!