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[Apr. 19th, 2008|10:23 am] |
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Everything i do, it's never good enough to win something. So wtf was it about to get money for 'doing well' when i still have got nothing in return for that?
I could give away all my decadent posessions in return for that one positive letter in my mailbox but it won't happen with such a foolish thought.
I either get left out completely or something happens at the very last minute. Life is unfair like that. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2007|08:54 am] |
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I think i'm about to burst soon. I would like to take a break for a day or two but i don't know why i just can't seem to go up to my boss and tell her that i wanna take leave.
It's less than 2 weeks before school starts and i was thinking that taking 2 days off from work would be a good idea since i've been working for a while. I secretly think that if i were to rest, time would just past faster. But when time goes by faster, maybe one day i'll look at my email inbox and see a much welcomed email waiting to be read.
Then there's the possibility of time going by faster than i would like and i end up being forgotten. What a dilemma, i don't think i like what's going through my mind at the moment but i made it this way :(.
I aim to make things a bit easier so i don't have such a hard time thinking about so many things at any one time. |
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[Sep. 24th, 2007|07:51 pm] |
So the first discussion room nearest to the paper shredder was occupied by a different group of people today. Stranger was nowhere to be seen, except for that one-time stroll over to the extreme end of my side of the office after lunch.
The next and first time i saw Stranger up close was when i left early today.
For once, Stranger wasn't walking past me. It was the other way round.
I like the smell of cigarette smoke on certain people. I can't remember if Angelo smokes though. I suppose they don't turn one down if it's being offered to them.
I felt like his cigarette should've burnt my hand just now whilst he was standing in the middle of the walkway.
I suddenly remembered that the only time i had multiple minor burns on my body at any one time was when i was still in Korea. Burns from cigarettes, the steam iron and Matt's aromatherapy scented sticks... |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2007|06:09 pm] |
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I'm not sure why i chose those 3 modules. I think i got them because i chose the lovely S.
I need a breaaaaak. I really should stop working soon. |
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[Sep. 18th, 2007|04:53 pm] |
There's someone in the office who is no taller than 175cm, very fair (at least as fair or fairer than my feet are), has jet black hair, wears nicely fitted shirts and trousers... but is strangely cold.
Laughter is a tad eerie. Sounds extremely obnoxious when speaking English, but sounds very mouse-like when speaking the mother-tongue. I think the obnoxious vibe has got to do with the first impression.
I still cannot figure out where this person is from. I thought Indonesia at first, but it doesn't quite sound like it. It doesn't quite help that person in question keeps walking past my cubicle.
Stranger comes across as highly un-friendly but very distracting. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2007|05:08 pm] |
I have tried to do several things, achieved things i never thought would be possible, splurged a lot the past 2, 3 months but i still haven't found it yet. It's mind-boggling and a pain on my brain to figure out why i just can't get or feel it.
I find that i don't feel a lot anymore, there isn't anything i feel strongly for... not unless it's something that puts me in a bad light, will ultimately put me in some form of danger or is generally non-beneficial to me.
I might be trying to find something through multiple wrong methods and attempts but everything seems to come to naught. It's like i know i'm stuck but i'm not sure if moving or doing something will get me unstuck.
My holidays are really flying by and i'm doubtful about having done anything fulfilling or meaningful ever since i came back to Singapore. Not like i accomplished great things while i was away, but since i spent most of the time breathing in all things foreign, it definitely felt like a personal achievement.
School is going to start soon but i'm packed with activities and what's not helpful is i can't seem to manage my time properly every time something new comes along. Maybe i don't want to do it so that's why i refuse to manage my time properly so i have sufficient time for everything that's coming up in the lovely month of September and October.
My dad asked me if i missed Korea yesterday. I think i do, i miss doing everything alone and how long it takes to travel to anywhere. That was probably about the only time i made a huge effort to plan my time properly since it never took under 45 minutes to get anywhere.
Ahh, the wonders of 한국 :). |
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[Aug. 27th, 2007|12:15 pm] |
I have quite a bit of things to do at the moment but i thought i'd take a break before killing my brain cells trying to write an article.
If you could travel back in time to spend a day with someone, who would it be and why?
(i stole the above from the livejournal main page, by the way)
If it's family, i think i'd like to spend a day with my paternal grandmother. I'm pretty sure she can speak Chinese because i can't speak Shanghainese with her. I'd like to learn how to speak it and it doesn't have to be complicated sentences at all, i'd just like to be able to speak to her and hear her reply me. She was around till i was 9 but lost the ability to speak due to suffering multiple strokes.
That's about all i can say/remember about her.
Then again, if it has to be someone i've known in the past 19 years of my life i'd pick F (i think i called him G in old posts, but i can't remember). I know he's still around because i've tried snooping and i do know that it's not nice which is why i've only done it twice in the past 2-3 years. It's only when you snoop that you find out about things that might be horrifying on various degrees, depending on how much you can take before you initiate a confrontation.
There are various things i would like to ask F, such as why the hell his name is Felix when it's actually something along the lines of Phinean or Phineaus.
(i like to convince myself that it's the same as how bill is short for william but it's a far shot)
So there you have it, 2 people i would like to spend a day with if i could turn back time and why.
What happens when you see your dog happily take off with your heels, brings them under the big bed and has a ball of a time chewing them before resurfacing with the word SHEEPISH written all over his face?
What happens when you realise that you ironed the pleats on a skirt wrongly so they don't fall nicely?
BUMMER.
(i have so many things to do at work i think i'll die writing some PR-sy article by the end of today)
To do: 2 articles to write, 1 of them i'm totally clueless about (some mindef nonsense) and need to rewrite stupid sculpture award winners' concept briefs so it becomes beeyooteeful bullsheet.
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[Aug. 20th, 2007|09:16 am] |
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It seems like train rides on Mondays are always the most insane because it appears like everyone's rushing to get to work on time. People push and squeeze while boarding the train the most as well, leaving those who choose to be civilised to take the next train that comes when they could have got on if they did some elbowing =X.
There are many things at the back of my mind and i realised i've been very silly. The sort of silliness i feel is the kind where one feels like it's better to just jump into a manhole and disappear.
I decided to visit an ex-colleague's blog a while ago and i realised he'd gone back home for his vacation. It seems like he's maintained really strong bonds with his family members and not to mention, very strongly rooted and sentimental.
Why oh why did i only notice those leather shoes so late? Why did that booming voice go unnoticed for so long? It was there all the while but it seems like i was caught up with other things, like trying to adapt and finding my way around places.
And then it became disappointing. Somemore people came along, but it wasn't quite the same. Time wasn't my best friend either and as my room mate said, 'i think you need to try harder...'
I'm not sure if the room mate was very happy with things on her side but i think she might have wanted or perhaps, expected a fair bit more of whatever she got.
The last week flew by amidst the packing, late night suppers, drinking and clubbing. Farewells and hugs were exchanged but they all felt a bit empty. I left a note, probably got chucked.
It's okay. There're better day to look forward to :)
August is coming to an end, and then i'll leave the company to work for another one. My parents are displeased after i described what i have to do at the new company. They've been asking me to call my ex-boss instead
The peace in my little world at the office has been thoroughly disturbed with the arrival of a new person. Thank goodness this person will only sit here for a week before moving elsewhere, but by then i'll be left with another week before i say goodbye.
I feel obliged to buy something for the rest of the colleagues next week but i don't feel like doing so because i feel very distant even though they include me in almost everything. I sometimes wish they wouldn't ask me to join in because whatever they're doing has got nothing to do with me.
Oh well, say hello to a Monday morning. It's time to get back to work~ |
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[Aug. 18th, 2007|11:19 am] |
I'm not sure if i made the right choice, but i think it should turn out fine.
At the same time, i still think that at this point in time, my life only revolves around a few things. They are pretty much the same unless you divide them into categories called the weekdays and the weekends.
I was thinking of learning a new language the other day. Tint suggests Korean Part II.
My brain has definitely not been put to good use lately so i think it's time to make it work before it refuses to when school starts :) |
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[Aug. 17th, 2007|09:25 am] |
I SURVIVED YESTERDAY!!! I'M SO HAPPY THAT IT'S OVER~
I now know that Raffles Place is a ghost town before 8am (not that i don't already know but i saw what it looked like yesterday) and i am able to push a trolley out of a tight spot without bumping into whatever's blocking my way~
So much for my mum telling my i have the poorest sense of estimation, direction and whatnot in the whole family =X.
Anyway it's quite silly trying to push a trolley full of sculpture maquettes through the main entrance of the private Tower Club while we're all dressed up in skirts or pants with our suits on as well. VERY UNGLAM, so we decided to use the service lift that takes us to another entrance instead (otherwise known as the entrance that every Tower Club staff uses to get in every morning).
Scary experience the first time i took it though. That damn life has no insulation so you can hear AND feel the damn lift travelling all the way up from the 36th floor to the 62th floor (yes my building has that many floors).
THEN MY BOSS DIDN'T KNOW ONE LIFT WAS GOING DOWN INSTEAD OF GOING UP AND WE TOOK IT. (needless to say we went all the way down to Basement 1 and ALL THE WAY UP TO 62TH FLOOR) (bless my ears, they might have popped if i went to the highest storey)
Many copies of bourgeois magazine publications lying around on the coffee tables in Tower Club. Whatever title you can think of, they have it =X.
Many angmohs having their business meetings and lunches there too (oysters are darn good, or so i've heard). The head chef is really quite cute. He came out a few times during his 'free hour' just to see what the hell we were transporting with our trolley.
And yes, i met several quirky (that's an understatement, man) people yesterday morning who came for our final-judging session. I've no idea why the winning pieces were chosen as well, winning pieces. But i guess they were all going for whimsical ones. Like they say, the judges' decision is final.
(my boss says they're the high and mighty in their respective fields).
I only know one person though, and that's our renowned sculptor, Han Sai Por. Apart from our MD and her, the rest of them i'm totally clueless about. (i hole up in my hume avenue cave too much!)
Surprisingly, everything went pretty well so i suppose all our hard work paid off in the end. No glitches at all, pretty impressive considering something always has to happen when there's something special coming up.
It's Friday! I feel like buying shoes this weekend~ 14 days till my stint with the department ends :)
I wonder what i'll miss when i leave. Maybe it'll be the sound of the printer spitting out paper and beeping away when the trays are out of paper.
And those lifts that make my ears blocked which i take to get in and out of the office everyday! |
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