8teen's random thought

Its been awhile.Staring at  the blank page as the cursor blinks three times.Head phones on and playing defying gravity for the nth time.I want to write.But it seems like my routine eats up my passion.What I know for now is to read a slide and count the cells,feed a machine with a yellow thing we call serum, let the bacteria grow and give them a name.I know,i sound too technical in here.Work's a yinyang.Stressful?Yes.But i constantly remind myself to find fun in something too negative.Life is too short to whine about  being underpaid and overworked.I was like squeezing my protons here,trying to be a little positive.And remind myself again: "Never get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life."

busy toxicated nights

Its when work seems overwhelmingly stressful.But I guess, i still have the guts to say I'm grateful for these two zombies I'm with.Making my first serious senior duty a bearable one.Thank you guys!