And I am listening this cursed song, sang with some blasphemous words. Wasting my time, waiting for sun rise. Later, I will then turn on my motorcycle, go to the poorer subdistrict of Banjarbaru. Faces those faces I fed up looking at. WTF!
I heard that life is peach, not bitch. However, we’ll make our own way! Those fuckin’ faces I fed up glancing at, will be the most beautiful that I ever seen, IF I WISH! Of course I wish I could do that. Okay, it is just about money, what I do is paid way off standard. Thing that always make me sick when they complain about their lacklustre because they did not paid. Do they ever think about my job, without any payment? Taking those rubbish paper to the place, consuming my fuel without any recharge supply.
Just forget about it, too much complaining will not help. Nevertheless, writing so much help this brain growing ease, forgetting what she has done. Thinking about ideas ensure my peace of mind. Also, producing and receiving some rough words healing all wounds.
This is getting worse, I better continue playing my team, tactically outclassed another manager…wins all competition I compete in!