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Friday, July 07, 2006

Bitter Gnashing at the Office


Constellation: Mensa (The Table)
Mood: Reflective

Work. I have had you enough for the past week. Sometimes I wonder why I feel tortured at what I am doing. Clearly gnashing not my own but someone else's teeth.
And then I say, alright, it's for a purpose.
But next thing I know is that I have much more work that could help my boss much more than it could endorse my well-being.

And then I sail again on this job of mine, speculating on when the ship will hit the land. And whether I will sail again on this ship after reaching the land, or I will have to find another ship, or maybe I will decide to just feel the land.

This reminds me of a Tori Amos song in which she says:
And I ride to work every morning
Wondering why
"Sit in the chair and be good now"
Oh and become all that they told you


I could realize at any minute my cringing at the way I am molded in a facet I do not want.
Until I reach this land, until I find a new ship, until I decide I want to stay on this ship, I will have to keep on sailing.

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Blogger Ex-Andromede said...

hey roubish, I just want to congratulate you on this special occasion. I am so happy to hear about this new cinema:)
PS: I like your style in writing.
Ex-Andromede

1:46 AM, July 13, 2006  

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