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I really wonder how I manage to wake up every morning, wash up and get dressed for work, work for 11 hours and goes back to bunk with the only thing on his mind is to repeat it all over again.
What keeps me going? I seriously have no clue. Just another one of life greatest mysteries like the platypus or something.
It is not just about the workload, but the people can make it a troubling.
You would think there would be perks with working this hard, but frankly speaking there really isn't. Allowance is enough, I stay in most of the time so I pretty much have a nonexistent social life except on the weekends.
Probably just some meaningless rant to the outside world. I don't/won't compare with the other people who "might" have a worst life as compared to me but it is really how you look at it and I have a quote which says:
Comparison is the thief of joy.--Unknown
-mic :3
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