For past few weeks, I've been internal monologuing to myself about my life. About what I've accomplished, about how did I get here, about everything that's been happening in my life. It's a weird one. It's not a struggle, it's just a wonder. It's a guessing game. It's a poetic gesture although I have non of poetic traits. Everything in my daily life, I've been thinking about the past. How much fun it is in the past, living close to home, having a simple life, daily struggles, night drive, cafe hunting with my wife, saving up to buy furnitures instead of targeting for the big things. The only thing for me is that I know myself, I know that I'm always looking forward for something big. For something more than what I already have at that point. It's a healthy trait to have, to always challenging yourself but it's not a satisfaction that I could get because of nothing that I want, I get. I want to buy a house. I want to see my parents f...
Hello. I'm in the fab at the moment. Writing this blog. As I'm tired of everything with my work. Why oh why did I choose engineering as my line of work. It's a shitty job with a shitty pay. It's decent enough pay but not for these type of workloads. Going into work every morning knowing that today's not gonna be the day that we fix anything that went shit for the past couple of weeks. Come in early in the morning and leaving late every evening. Why is that? The extra work hours aren't being paid by the company. My machines are only my machines from 9 a.m. to 5.30 p.m. and other than that, I don't give a rat's ass about whose it is. It'll be my machines again the next day but I'm still following through out of the kindness of my ass. Well, next year is not going to be any different. Same shit, different year. Happy fucking new year to me. Next year is going to be more frustrating than this for that I'm certain. It's going to be a...