The Blind End

I can't help but feeling..out of character. This is not me. I am a rebel, always. A follower to none. I can't live a strict schedule, or I'll break and torn and drained. Like I am, now. I am re-living yesterday today and no doubt, tomorrow is just another today. Everything is just orchaestrated in a dull, boring plots; waking up feeling dread, going to work, work like an ant, go back home, have sips of TV commercials before going to bed, rest the head, waking up dreadful again. Vicious cycle it is, again and again. Lucky I am home. Or else I would've gone insane. Phew~

Can I just wake up in somebody else's shoes tomorrow? Can I wake up being able to do whatever I want? Can I just take days and days off and have a vacation, away from this wasted land? 

Lo and behold! So the truth be told.

Money is just isn't everything.

It never is..

P/S: Surgeons are akin to peacock's arrogant breed. Period.