♥ Gets 1 year Older at 5 March
♥ Depressed aBt her Height
♥ Single
♥ Likes daydreaming
♥ Someone who really dislike PINK~

♥ ~Shiya~ ♥

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Work work work
Tuesday, May 10, 2011 || 8:02 PM
Work has been the center of my life recently. Morning wakes up, prepare myself for work. Took the LRT, squeezing with the ITE students daily. Drown myself in my music. Reach the childcare, punch my card, then start work. Handle the kids, sweeping and mopping the floor. Lunch time eating and rotting myself there. Then back to work, make milk for the kids. Then watch them having lessons and playing the toys. Then time's up, go home squeezing the LRT again. Reach home, bathe, dine, use com and sleep. And everything repeats again.

Suddenly, questions struck me. "Why work?". "Why work so hard and earning so little?"....

-Chats-