Missed Calls.

Poor little Jasmin... These few days have been pretty busy for me. Like my day is a blur, busy busy busy, and I just feel like dying at the end of it. Too tired to message her, call her, too tired to do anything. Hopefully it will change because the rest of the week ahead will be slacker. 

I know she feels neglected and lonely. And when these 2 emotions abound, insecurity and depression will follow quickly. Hmmmm, its not that I don't wanna be with her, its because I can't. For the greater good, the holiday! No work = No money = No holiday.

I hate these no-brainer jobs. I hate making simple conversations with people I can't understand, don't wanna understand. I hate the looks people give me when I'm doing my job. I hate taking orders from a drop-out 40 year old "manager". I hate speaking to customers who think that the $8.80 they pay for a carton is worth a million dollars. I hate having to think of things to do when I'm bored out of my skull. I hate that the pay is absolutely shit, even the NTUC aunties tell me my job is not worth the money. 

Don't tell me I ignore you because I love working. Not now. Tell me when I'm earning tens of thousands of dollars a surgery. 

But by then, when you're working everyday as well, I doubt this will be an issue anymore.

I love you darling, try to understand...