It's past 9am and I haven't done anything.. my boss arrived, my officemates are all here, and Lil is already busy on the phone (where is Roger??), but I've done nothing.. as in nothing! My lower back is painful (overwork or stress, or both), my mind is not functioning intelligently as it used to, and I am contemplating on what I am going to do in my second year, which just began today, -- my career path, my lovelife (is there?), how I am supposed to save and maybe buy RRSP now to save my purse from paying tax to the federal government next year, will I have a tax refund next year (I haven't even filed this year, where I will get a refund of 900dollars, yahooo!!!)and when will I ever be able to go HOME, and what time am I going to take my coffee break this morning.... all at the same time...

I just read Richelle's and Joy's blogs, and I thought of revising my blog spot again but the question is --- why is there only 24 hours a day? why not 36 or 48?!?!?!?! and I also realized just this minute that I will be teaching in Sunday school this week and I haven't even looked at my curriculum.... fear of all ages!!! I will be handling ages 6 to 8 where James and Sam are!!!!!!!! arrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggg!!!!!!!! and it's also the first day of Christian Growth 2 on sunday morning... i often wonder where I get my energy to do all of these... but I am sure, I am definitely lacking precious sleeping time because I chose to work 13 hours a day rather than spend time at home (with semi-foreign relatives I never spent my life with before) pretending to be happy with my life when I am not, at least when I am at home.. I chose to work 14 to 15 hours a day, pressure, and stress myself rather than suffer a fang of depression and a bit of anger everytime I look at how messy the house is, how they don't flush the toilet, the dishes slowly mounting in the sink waiting for me, their laundry and dirty clothes everywhere, like, in every corner of the house, you see a mess........ I just take a look at the house and at them and I agree that my life sometimes is pathetic, because I can't have the courage to pack my things and move to a place of my own when I can afford it because I am so concerned what these relatives I only met here would say and feel... but darn! I will leave before this year ends and I will never look back, I won't even try to see them again because for almost 4 months, when I was just starting and looking for a job, they made my life miserable... and they tried to manipulate my every move but they did not succeed, because I was born to have my own way and do things the way I want to... they even tried to take me away from my faith and away from my other relatives I practically grew up with, but that is where they failed, again.... but the tire of life just turned and I am now at the top side, I hope, sabi nga ng pinsan ko, nalubak ang sasakyan at hindi na umikot ang gulong.. that way, di na ako pupunta sa ibaba...hehehehe.... bigla silang bumait sa akin, meaning, di na nila ako pinag-uusapan and I don't even try to see them and I was able to turn down all invitations for their birthday parties, at kung anu-ano pang okasyon... they were not able to force me to attend any of it because I am preparing them for the time na di na nila makikita ang mukha ko.... hahahaha! ala silang magawa kasi alam nilang kapag pinilit ako at I get pissed off, I will put all my things in my bag and leave..... with two jobs, I can afford to live in my own place and I am already working on it... I am just wondering, why did my mom ever married my dad, I am sure she had other suitors... if she didn't, I won't have these freaky people for relatives.......