| i am so tired of my recent life. no private life, but only work and commute. i worked 90 hours in 6 days, excluding 2 hours commute. whenever i woke up, i will take the MTR and go to western district to work, and then take the last MTR train to go back home and sleep. dragging my tired body everyday to do sth that i am not quite interested. i am so tired of retail shop interior design with low budget and tight schedule. i understand the firm need to get some money to support other projects, but i am i start to doubt what i am doing is q meaningless. what i am doing and all my hard work may vanish into thin air in 3 months or even shorter. trying to make a pretty single-family interior is pretty meaningless at some point. i once argue with my colleagues about our current siutation is like a "master sushi maker", that influence the other one by one, in a very slow pace. but we are living in a fast pace society... i feel uncontrolability and vulnerability of oneself. i know everybody feels similar. i don't know where i am heading to. is there another world of different value? pls tell me. my heart is beating so fast. am i working too much that my body starts to notify me of something? |
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| I went to Angshu's apartment for an Indian dinner tonight withYann Tiersen music. The food is great! Kidney bean + limb currie with nan. hehe I know how to use right hand to eat Indian food.
I never consider my inability to cook at this moment as a shame. I believe at some point in my life I will be a good cook. My pepsi chicken was not too bad, don't you think so? |
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