i am very, VERY close to a burnout.
i am going to burnout before the my first paper.
how shit depressing is that?
i've already got my entire future planned out for myself.
i am going to end up a factory worker with a plumber husband,
receiving a meagre salary.
the old-russian kind of factory worker.
you know, long working hours,
pathetic salary, poor working conditions.
and let's not forget the force-fed propaganda i'll be subjected to where i'll be constantly reminded to work hard and bring glory to my country.
i'm gonna live across the causeway because the cost of living in singapore is too high.
so every morning i'll walk desolately across the straits with the proton wiras trudging past me.
clutching my packet of black coffee (starbucks isn't economical) for dear life...
for fear that those winos on vespas would attempt a stunt and steal my dear, dear packet of black coffee which cost me 2 cents.
because if i save 2 cents for 5 days, i'll have 10 cents to spare.
i'm going to be another faceless worker
(and just to prove that i can indeed blend into the background where noone pays any attention to me, here's proof for you)
yes, that's me being a wallflower alright.
mY kiDs ArE gOiNg tO tYpE lIkE thIsXxXxX...
(i have kids only because i'll be too busy holding 2 jobs to do any family planning)
and people are going to think i as a parent to have spawned cretin like them must be a down syndrome heathen.
oh, what a sad, saaad sod i will be.
if that really happens, i hope i won't live to see 40.
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