I hate it when my body clock is on automatic awake at 7am on a freaking cold saturday morning. I try to read a book for me to go back to sleep... and I manage to get a bit sleepy at around 8.. and I woke up every half an hour after that... and convince myself that it still isn't time to get up. I am finally up by 10.. and I realize that I should be up by 9 because I have to meet friends in the city at 11. I called up the friend I have to meet and said that I was thinking of staying in instead... the lazy bug probably bit me during my sleep.
It's saturday... and here's me wishing for the weekend not to end. I dont really have an adventure filled weekend in Sydney but weekends mean time away from work, which I am hating at this stage.
Someone said to me before that work is not fun, it's rewarding... Until now, I'm still trying to take in what he said... cause at this point.. work is certainly not fun nor rewarding for me.
I am thinking of doing volunteer work... that can be rewarding... but I don't think I'm cut out for the mold... I just don't have the passion in me anymore. It has long died down.
I just wanna get married, settle down, have kids, and be a housewife. Now that can be rewarding... don't you think?
