oh my god, what the hell has happened to me....

Damn. I love this job. Eventhough I have to work overtime until 12pm and walking home alone because there is no more bus (luckily I always bring the ipod with me).

Damn. I think I go crazy because eventhough I'm working full-time-nine-to-five, I still looking for another job vacancy. I still can do some freelance works.

Damn. I drank alcohol again (a lot!) and smoking badly. But I don't mind this time. All 2 years of quitting drinking just disappear. Maybe because it's because of the stress? Hmm, I don't feel any kind of troublesome pressure.

Like I told you before, I AM happy with the situation I am now.

The funny fact is I begin to wake up at 5, doing the holy-ritual things before I go to work, and always arrive at the office 30 minutes early.

Wow, I'm afraid I'm going paranoid-workaholic-architect. I'm afraid I didn't have enough time to do some daydreaming or sleeping or just writing stories.

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Enough with the talking. Let's do some working.