Listening to: 1985 - Bowling for Soup

It's time for my monthly blog post O.o

I know I really should try and blog more. It is, after all, kinda like a diary.. but I've been so busy! I get home later.. and later. Got home barely 5 minutes ago..

My aunt bugged/begged/cajoled me to tutor her youngest son for he's having problems with English. So yes, me - doing this for free. Every Thursday.. after work. The deal? I get a free ride home for 1.5 hours of reading time with the kid. It's just occured to me that this is getting really taxing on my uncle. They DO kinda live like.. Choa Chu Kang area.. so it's like CCK to my place in the east. But I guess it beats the alternative of paying for my cab ride home.. or hiring a proper tuition teacher.

Work is getting more unbearable each day. Irony is: I just recieved my confirmation. I don't even know if I can last the year, as planned.

Someone.. take me away. Away from what? I do not know. from this meaningless existence, I should think. I'm not really working towards anything. I live day by day. work day after day.. for what? just to get enough to pay my bills. My conclusion: Meaning of life = working to pay bills.

Then again.. like Li once said.. I'm seldom happy. Mostly coz I dont know what I want. I'm not.. content. There has to be something more but I'm too lazy to search for it.

I can just hear my boss saying "Your writing is horrible! There is no style. What is the point you are trying to bring across? You must take note of your sentence structure! This paragraph.. how does it link to the previous one?"

Just my luck. My boss is an ex-GP tutor.. and I've recently been tasked with, of all things, publications. so yay me. I'm part of an editorial team that i want nothing to do with.
My only question remains.. "Why me?"