Time check: 8.18pm
Location: Happy Hours at Waikiki PJ (probably 3rd jug)
Number of people: Everyone is a friend at Waik's
Next plan: Velvet MAMBO JUMBO of course!!!
Tomorrow: Wake up with a hangover and go to work.
Now.
Time check: 8.18pm
Location: Office desk working on a proposal
Number of people: Zero. Zilch. Nada. Kosong.
Next plan: Dinner or Sleep whichever comes first
Tomorrow: Wake up still sleepy and go to work.
GAH.
Is it the coming of age? 'With greater pay comes greater hours at the office?' I have to be honest work has been quite on a low-down lately and i'm still at the office. Imagine if it was fever-pitch time. Might as well bring my bed and bolster ainnit.
Is this what life is about?
Work till you can't work no more -> Go home rest for a mere hours -> and PRESS REPEAT?!
Why do we work? To get money.
Why we need money? To pay for that roof over your head. To pay for that car that gets you around. To pay for holidays that end too soon. To pay for stuff we don't need.
I figured it was man who made money not the other way around but i could be wrong.
Sigh. Maybe i'm just homesick and miss those Wednesday nights or is it just "You're Unbelievable" playing in the background. Mambo Jumbo, thanks for the memories.
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