When you are poor, you work. I have never been working this hard for quite some time, well OK, I have never worked hard before but hey, who wants to live forever? Some people say, if you work too hard, your head gets bigger. That’s what I figure to be the case with some of the richest people in the world who work really hard. I’m pretty sure that Bill Gates head is bigger than my laptop. Does that make my laptop small or big? Well I say big because Bill Gate has a big head.
Sorry, just pointing out the facts.
I used to say a lot of shits, like get the hell out of here and go somewhere far. Move away for a little while, maybe come back, maybe no, depending on what kinda shits I get there. Maybe live in Taman Negara and live off the sweet passion fruit and durians that grow wild. Sleeping under a huge rock right next to the coral reef and growing a huge beard, like Tom Hanks in “Castaway”. Spearing sharks, picking berries and smoking weed on the beach.
Life moves so fuxing fast, you don’t even get a chance to stop and plan out what you really want to do with it. Or at least, I don’t. Lately though, I have been facing a lot of shits and that makes me thinking about doing something really serious. I haven’t figure out what but definitely not something as easy as going to the opposite road of my house and tapao burger. It’s all about job, I kind of wish my job would lay me off and like I said, some shits happened and it would give me an excuse to venture off and find something new. It would give me the time I need to sort out where I want to be.
Then I think about the bills I have to pay every month. I think about all the beers and snacks I consumed every month. Man, it sux. It’s just all so much fuxing work and thinking. It makes me tired just thinking about what I want to do and usually thinking about it does make me tired. So I stop thinking about it and it sort of just passes.
But not for long.