25 hours a Day

Life is a bitch, is a bitch, is a bitch. When you have all the time in the world, you have no money. When you start making money, you doubt that you will be alive by the end of it to spend the hard-earned money. I am completely over-whelmed with work this week. Put together; waking at 6am, working through lunch, on your feet/guard the whole day because you never know which idiot is going to shoot you with some imaginable questions, sitting through several too many presentations, doing presentation and reporting, you know you should be happy that you do not mistake detergent for apple juice in the mornings. Trying adding disturbed sleeps to the formula, your life is total bitch.

By the time I make it safely back home, which I have to thank my lucky stars because I lost count of the times I actually sleep-drive, I just wanted to be KiKi. I want to turn into a soft toy so I don't have to talk or for that matter think. My work turned me into a un-sociable animal, well to be fair I am not totally sociable to begin with but now I don't want to see people I know because I don't want to hold any conversations. Which is the complete opposite when I step into classes. I evolved into this really chatty tutor who churned out concepts and theories like no one's business and having a really great rapport with the students.













I need to start having social life.