Another day at work...
I know I am not supposed to do non-work at work....who's kidding?
If I were to do that, I'd have to spend most of my time waiting for my computer to finish this task or another...
So I write...e-mails, this stupid blog...I'm not sure why I'm doing this. Probably for personal satisfaction?
I have a pen-pal in Spain...should be writing to him instead.

But this blog is like a self reflection...instant diary of sorts. I used to write diary more often...just can't find the pen or paper on time nowadays.

Today is friday...yet even though I should be happy...(as any full time worker would be on Friday), I cannot help but feel dissmal. The feeling does not go away. Does this mean I am just an unsatisfied worker?
Or does this mean I am only realistic?
The weekend only brings next week...

That is a depressing thought...the life of a dreamer seemed to have turned into a life of cynic.

Isn't it true though...we have such dreams when we are young and as we grow older, we seem to forget those dreams.

I still have mine though...I still do...it's just fading a bit and I'm only in my late twenties at most.

Time to perhaps ponder about my life?

I believe this whole depression is due to the shaky future. I am not sure what next year holds for me...and the strange thing is that the future entirely depends upon some panel of "judges" now...not in literal sense, but in a very figurative way.

My first entry...and I have absolutely nothing to say...