[Life] what is life?

My version of life is when you:

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Wake up at 4 or 5 am in the morning, pray, bath, get ready to work.

Go to the office started 6 am from home, going through heavy traffic

Around 6.40 arrived at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. Make conversation with some people or just put on my headphones and be “out of this world–just me and my music.

Get on the bus by 7 (if lucky) or 8 (if not!), going through another hellish traffic all over again. Cursing in the heart and get restless in the head thinking about my debts, office tasks, lousy love-life and how to survive my thin bank account until the next pay day.

Arrive at the office at 8 am-something and get to work, chit chat, pray, lunch, sh*t, making some discussion, attend some meeting, until the clock shows 6 pm–because it’s the time to slow down a bit and have some “me time” at the office of course.

When the pay day come, at date 5 (if not, later), get on ebanking transaction and empty my account in just 10 minutes. Oh yeah baby, I’m that frikkin’ single working mother who must pay all the bills and debts and raise my three kids with the small pocket, as long as it’s enough to feed all of us then I’m grateful.

Waiting for my son to pick me up at around 8 pm, by the motorbike and going through the fucking traffic all over again.

Arrive home at 9 or 10 pm, exhausted, clean up self, clean up the house a bit, lay down on bed.

Try to get some sleep at 11 or 12 and be ready for the next morning.

Repeat the freaking step all over again, every day.

That’s life for me.

What’s your version?

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