Sick, sick, sick..

Talk about slow death. I am now at a flourescent-lit room with only the sound of the phones &the silent hums of the airconditioning units are heard (aka office), ruining my eyesight by staring at my pc for more than 8 hours, waiting for the 15th & 30th of the month (wahehe), and slowly deteriorating my brain for lack of activity that my job entails for it to do. Not to mention, a possible nervous breakdown caused by my sort-of-evil-boss (sort of, because sometimes she's nice, but most of the time she's not). How did I end up in this heavenly state? Lemesee, lemesee. Oh yeah! I spent half my life going to school, absorbing all the things I thought would be useful when I get out of it, spent my dad's money on useless books & unbelievably expensive tuition fees, not to mention my allowance (but it was not such a waste compared to the 1st two..hehe). And voila! Here I am, making my tummy bigger while my brain does the opposite, shrinking to the size of a pea, by sitting all day on my blue office chair, elbows on my beige desk and eyes staring blankly at my desktop computer. How I love my office job (blech!). I really don't want to sound an ungrateful ingrate(redundant,coz my brain cells are diminishing). I know there are a lot of unemployed filipinos, who would gladly like to exchange places with me. But I really, really need to get out of here before I do something drastic that I'll later on regret, like eating too much because I'm depressed or uhmmm..maybe that's it. Seriously though, I hope to get more out of life or more importantly, I want to give something more to this world (not just those taxes I pay monthly, that we all know does not go to where it should). I am terrified at the thought that one day, when my time is up, and when I face my God, and He/She asks me what I have offered Him/Her when I was alive, I could not think of anything to say, except for the few bucks I give at church every Sunday mass (and that's not even much).