Shit happens; avoid that shit and move forward.
I quit study so I can support my brother's study, so I went oversea and got paid in USD which I can still be proud of until the day I die. I worked so hard and treated like a dog, so I decided to quit working, to be my own boss. To be a writer. To stay at home, in bed until the sun curse me, to cook, nurture, and to be a loving wife any husband would die to marry, to have time to spend with my family more often, watch my dad's performance in theater, be his cheerleader, pampering my little siblings and make time for all the time that I have lost when I was gone. And I can do all that by just being a writer, at my home sweet home.
Work Terms
I work as long as my job is not done. I work for the deadline. I work for money. I work to pay my bills. I work to write something good, to touch the souls, to make you feel better and to make you to read me more. Most of all, I give you good stuff you pay me good money.