Chinese New Year Eve.
From morning to evening.
3 nooby people with no real tools (despite Lynn's sort-of-functioning makeshift wheel-barrow) are not as good as 3 Bangladeshi labourers. Failed.
Sigh.
I tried to do my best. I mean, I pushed hard and didn't give up. But I still don't think I tried my best. Not the blood-rushing-and-pounding-in-my-head, soul-stretching, every-ounce-of-strength-both-physical-and-mental kinda best. Not the limit of my endurance. Not the best at all.
When will I ever do my best? Crap. Is it just me, do other people try their best at things?
The insignificance, the meaninglessness, the utter rubbish of muck we all crawl through in life, how do we rise above the banality of it all? To gain enlightenment, and become Buddhas all..
Ah, crud. And I'm not even Buddhist. Haha.
Anyways, hope next year will be better.
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