b.o.r.e.d

Idk to feel sian a not to blog. After writing a few pages long report for every week, I am starting to feel tired of the words.
Perhaps it's just because my life is just work and home, and it repeats.
Perhaps I hate myself for my poor language, and the post just seems to summarize my day.
Perhaps it's because I've been talking/sharing too much during the weekdays. No matter happy, angry or sad, I will have different people to share the different emotions.
I will share things that I think can be shared, and sometimes, matured people really give good advices.
I'm also glad that I'm finally approachable by people, at least I know they really share with me something that is not to be known to everyone else. Even though they know I suck at words.

After all, it's a workplace. There are bound to be some bitches that I really hate. Sigh, that's all I can say.
Overall, I still think that I'm happy working there. At least, it's the first place that I felt so belonged, and no longer felt like a substitute, or a 2nd choice. Although Hewitt was good too, but still, I'm the third choice. Sigh much. I am that negative. You know, I'm not just referring to work, but I'm also comparing it to my life. How honored it should be to be my first, after I had lived for 19 years. I feel sad for myself.
You have to be there to understand.

Because I am packed with work to do everyday. Really stress at times, but still okay ba.
Week by week, it's really going fast.
Think I'm only one of the few that is not looking forward to August 6.