Everyday, as i traipsed towards the metallic facade of an intimidating enclosure, i am always overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions. It is always battling within me to determine who is the ultimate victor - the urge to complete my responsibilities and return to my abode, or to really spend quality time within my responsibilities to learn and enjoy the company of friends. As i passed the security check point, flashing my identity card to certify my presence, it would usually lead me on down the meandering path towards my shabby work ground. It is usually a twist of fate and the works of the grandfather clock to determine whether i walk or enjoy the journey in the comfort of the bus.
Upon arrival, its always the cliched regimental regimes and rules to adhere to, which completes a routinal morning schedule bridging towards the start of work. Usually, after a simple ceremonial presence-indicating session, it would be heads back to the office for all of us, where a multitude of work awaits. Everyday, there is a ever-changing course of tasks for everyone to perform, giving their level best to satisfy the minimum criteria to at least secure themselves a safe environment. As for me, its always vacilating between being the good old me, or the baddy me (not criminally, or evil, or sinisterly bad. Just the rather unapproachable me), as work doesn't realli pressurizes me a lot, but rather the inter-personnel agenda that is.

the chronicle continues...