Working at the Weekend

For this couple of months, I got used to work at Saturdays. Just today, for the first time in my life I have to work at Sunday. Yeah, a full week of work. Luckily, today is also the Free Busway Ride Day, in which for one full day we can ride through all the TransJakarta Busway corridors for free. I guess it's easier to bear as a bachelor, compares to the married ones. Even then, my nephews protested when I set to go for work today. Not to mention that their mother, my sister, is out of town since Friday. Well, bad timing I guess.

Do You Believe in Shame?

Or Is it? What if you'd try your best, but we all know that is never good enough for everyone. I've screwed up, hard, all my life. I'd even given up trying to live normally, and stop making plans. Sometimes I think that's the only way I can get through, alive and breathing at this moment. How do you feel when one of these days somenone told you that you're responsible for your beloved one's life? That all you've done is nothing but shame in their eyes? And all that you can do is write this stupid post in this pathetic blog, in English, so that not everyone you know can read it. What that makes you? Don't you ever know yourself pretty well? Maybe I should see a shrink now, or even send me to a madhouse, because nothing makes sense anymore, at least to me. I just cannot live someone else's dream anymore, I'm too old and tired.