The times have been fleeting away and little did I realise that the end of November has already walked by. It has been a busy month. Busy enough for me to realise that my time should be used more productively.
Its a Sunday, and it is near grub time but I have not made any plans to catch myself a meal anytime soon. The clock ticks away the last remaining hours of my weekend while I sit here staring at a white Microsoft Word screen with a blinking cursor taunting me to give up.
I left the office at 4.00am last night, caught enough sleep and I find myself back here again. Trying my best to finish whatever piece of text illustration that i have to finish before I can call it a day. The slow and arduous process of piecing an article together about things that I am not a hundred percent sure of is really taking its toll on my long-fused patience.
Looking at my table, cigarette buds fill a can of Coke, reeking a fetid odour which only roaches can love. The table is decorated by worm-like scribbled papers which I can't really decipher anymore, each reminding me of a task I need to finish before the time is up. Leftover food from the last night's tummy-filling session lays motionless and cold, providing a great playground for bacteria to waddle in.
I kick back my sweaty grimy flip-flops to a corner while I sip my last can of Redbull; enough to power up my cerebal cortex for just about another few ticks of creativity. Ah, the sweet taste of human batteries...
Time is short and the work is long, how does one balance it out? Most can't give the correct answer but all we know is that we must strive on to do what it takes to pay the bills and buy the food.
Tools we are. Living life to just serve as another purpose for another. How sweet.
That's one moment in the life of someone who pens down thought to paper, but not in the case of our time and age anymore - he is a type-er or typist, pressing down plastic keys on a plastic board which churns out digitised characters on a liquid crystal plane. It doesn't really matter whether it makes sense or not to him as long as it makes sense to the people the article is intended for.
Just like this article that you are reading. I have no idea what I wrote but if it makes any sense to you - bravo, good on'ya. Now let me get back to what I am supposed to do.
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