pooped.
I'm pooped for the day. Been working so much for the whole week and I'm so glad it's Friday 5.13pm now. But rest won't come till Saturday 1pm. While you laze on Saturday mornings, I still have to slog it out at work. Man, my table is so messy. Folders, manuscripts stacked all over my work desk. I'm even taking up the desk space behind and next to me.
Man, I have to layan publishers and authors all day, I'm determined to publish my own book some day. I've got a topic to write about, it's going to be a memoir. A true emotional life story of my
ah ma and
mommy. Hmm, I hope it hits the top 10 readers' list for 8 consecutive weeks. That's why I
try to keep in touch with as many people as possible.
True friends will support me eh? At least let me kembang a bit in my maiden writing attempt. *smug* Once that's done, I'll start with writing children's books. Hmm, it's more fun than writing something like, say
Gender and Work-Life Flexibility in the Work Force. *huh?*
Feeling the stress in my bones. If only someone can massage my back while I fall asleep tonight. My eyes feel like they're gonna drop out of the sockets anytime. Brains over baked.
...
Hmm, I wonder if I'm too old to learn the art of
'Geisha'?