first week at work and i am bloody exhausted. i wake up with a pounding headache daily and by the time i get off work, i have another headache to match the one in the morning. even youtube holds no pleasure for me; that is how tired i am.
a little upset at how fast the weekend has past by me, i never understood why adults were always so gleeful when they announced the arrival of the weekend when i was younger because hw existed on the weekends as well. but weekends are now the sacred blocks of time where i can ignore all my emails and coast along without using my brains, deee-lightful.
will you guys laugh at me if i told you that the idea of being a housewife is looking more and more attractive to me? i know we're supposed to be empowered and all that shebang, but it's hard to convince myself that i am empowered when my time is no longer mine to control and i have to behave in a way that is acceptable to others.
maybe it's because i haven't found any friends in the office yet, it's difficult to declare your love, or at least, my love for my work when the company isn't right. i don't mind shovelling manure if it's with the right bunch of friends, really. too singaporean for the expats and too un-singaporean for the locals; is this the fusion of east and west that we've been speaking of?
nostalgic sunday returns. this song keeps playing in my head as i take the public transport to and from work.
our day will come.
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