Standard of Living

Sometimes I wonder..why the heck are we all working so hard for?
To improve our standard of living?
So we work our asses off to get a better job, a better position, a better pay..
And then we have to work harder, times 2 or 3 or 4..and it goes on and on and on.
And after all being said, are we happier?
Does our standard of living gets better?
As compared to my dear relatives back at the village, whose office hours are from 9am-1pm.. WEEKDAYS. Let me repeat that.. WEEKDAYS.
Granted, their pay is way way lesser than ours.. but enough to live simply but comfortably over there.
SO, is my standard of living better than theirs?
AM i supposed to be happier than them?

Lately, the answer is no.

I just don't understand why I am so unhappy these days.
EVERY single day.
What's wrong with me?

Thank You

Oppss..

I forgot to add one very important message to one exceptionally important person to me.

To My Dearest Shahreil~

Thank you Soooo Much for taking the time in re-doin my blog.
I'm the idiot and you are the genius in such computer, IT stuffs.
See..? We are made for each other.

I LOVE YOU.
*muackz*

My Lazy Saturday

I woke up at 10a.m today.
That's a luxury for me who always wake up at 5.15am every weekday..
And it felt totally wonderful.. no silly hp alarm to wake up to..
No kids or parents at home to disturb my peaceful slumber..
But i woke up every half an hour from 6.30am, feeling guilty about waking up late.
I had to talk myself into going bed to bed as I totally deserve this sleep.

I'm actually in the middle of cleaning up my room.
Weekends are for me to clean my room.. As in TOTALLY clean..
dust..sweep..mop...EVRYTHING..the works.
Its like therapy to me.
Cleaning up the mess..be it my room or my office space..is like therapy to me.
Sort of getting rid o all the bad karma of the past week and getting ready for a new week.
So.. it's kind of a necessary weekly ritual.

Guess..I'll get back to work rite now.

Seventy Five

To my dearest Nurhayati,

Happy Big 75th Month Anniversary!

Love,
Your dearest...

MTL Week

Í'm a nervous wreck right now.
I'm in-charge of the Malay Cultural Week and there's still 2 more weeks to go b4 D-day.
And I'm very nervous that sometimes I couldnt even breathe when i think about it.
Crazy, i know..
But I hate being in-charge of such things..
I mean..things can go wrong somewhere..anywhere..
and i know that there are people out that who's just waiting for that to happen.
i think after 2 years in my school..i know what kind of colleagues i have.

Well..its ok..
I think i'll be fine..
Pray for me.

Lately, i have this sinking feeling inside of me.
Maybe it's brought about by the stress at work.. the unhappiness I'm feeling with life.. I have no idea what..
But I'm starting to feel that I really don't belong here.
Not here in SIngapore.. not this era at least.
I'm so unhappy with things.

Maybe I beling in Buru.. I dunno.. in a kampung..where life is simple..laid back..
I smile to myself whenver I'm reminded of how carefree it is in Buru.
The simple pleasures of going from one house to one house..all of which belongs to some relative of yours. . . Goin to the beach which is right in front of your house whenevr u feel like it...

I'm not specifically talking abt Buru..it could be anywhere, but here.
I guess going to Buru triggered this feeling.

I dunno.
I hate this.