what if the time stops ticking at 10:21 PM
Dear Diary.
Somehow, at work, the whole atmosphere seems like school. The place, is like a school. The many various lines are like classrooms. The office is like the Principal's Office. And just outside the office, like the General Office. Anyhow, the Manager requested to speak to us this afternoon regarding our resignation. The moment we were called upon, I knew exactly what was the purpose of doing so. And I bet you know it too?
He blabbered loads, so I'll cut it short. He wants us to work for another two weeks, 'cause he think us leaving after a month or so, after two weeks of training is an unhealthy practice. Ahh, what the heck. Every other day at work, I check the calendar out, counting down to the last day. But everytime the date comes closer, SOMETHING holds me/us back. Before, I was suppose to quit on 14Feb. But it was prolonged to 28Feb. Now they want us to work until 14March. AHH. No, I refuse to! I'm not falling into another trap. Pfft. I'm dead set on quitting.
Again for my oh-so-dearest sister/friend. Heh (: One of the factors that helped me persist was you! If I quit earlier, I believe we'd be able to spend more time tgt, yes yes? And all our plans, we must fulfill. Oh, the euphoria whenever I think about it :D I miss you very much. Take care!
what if the time stops ticking at 11:48 PM
Dear Diary.
So I got out of the house today on my way to a friend's house to do some new year visiting. Things got waaaay delayed, making things not turn out as planned. Adding to that, unintentional displeasure was aroused. So anyhow, I got through my day gobbling down pizza, playing Monopoly for awhile, playing a round of Bluff and a few rounds of BlackJack, and the rest of it playing games and chatting on my mobile phone. Nevertheless, thank you friend, for the day. For any trouble caused, I apologise.
I'll be out again tomorrow, this time, feasting (: HA! Like damn. This New Year, I've been eating so much! FATNESS. After I resume my beloved holidays, work-free, I'm going running. Say, 3 times a week? Keep Fit. hahaha. Oh well, I might probably forget what I just typed and get superglued to the PC when the time comes.
to my dear friend, you know who you are, I MISS YOU! (:
what if the time stops ticking at 1:27 AM
it's a happy happy day (:
Let's see. I started my day waking up feeling abit grouchy. But had breakfast and turned on my notebook. Used it for awhile before taking my shower and preparing myself. Feeling happier, I recieved angbaos from my beloved parents :D Then we left for my ahma's house (paternal grandmother), where the gold mine lies. Seems some of them packed lesser this year. Dang, but nvm. They all end up in the bank anyway. After that, went to my God-Ma's house. Again, angbao value has decreased. Then to my porpor's house (maternal grandmother), yet again, angbao value decreased.
Angbaos aside, what really made my day today was the long car rides and supper. Yes, I have a thing for long car rides. Ahhh, somebody take me on a long ride again pretty pretty please ): Anyhow, I just reached home awhile ago. Had Nasi Lemak at Changi Village and Cheese Prata at Jalan Kayu. Am damn full. Ugh.
Nobody who reads my blog will probably be interested in this but.. Naruto Season 2 is finally OUT! AHHH. No more fillers. No more waiting. It's OUT! Hoooray for that. That said, I'm off to watch my show now. Ladida. Have a wonderful day tomorrow. Goodbye!
what if the time stops ticking at 12:49 AM
HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR ALL! (:
Hahaha. It's the time of the year once again. Yeah, angbao collecting time! Frankly, that's the only thing I really am looking forward to. Listen you peeps, I shake your hands and smile so sweetly only for the red packets. HUR =x Alright, joke. Joke. (not!)
It's a longer break from work than usual. Was suppose to work tomorrow. On chu yi, 'cause my application of leave got rejection. Stinking boss. Anyhow, somehow, my leave got approved la. And so work resumes only on Tuesday. YAY for that. And the best part of it is that, I'm only required to work on that Tuesday. The next working would be on Sunday. AHHH. So loving it right now. Wooosh.
Diary Dearest, I'm here to complain again (: WORKING SCUKS. Pfft. Hell yeah. I don't know whether to consider it an achievement or pure torture. So far, as long as I've lived, I've NEVER spoken this much Mandarin before. Okay, might not be such a big deal for you. But for me, definitely. And I keep having to answer Mathematical questions in Chinese. I have trouble multiplying 10 and 5. Pathetic? Yes. Ahhh. I can't stand it. Plus, I'm snail slow when it comes to the packing part. Which implicates the rest (since we are grouped like, 3 to a line) I went home, looked into the mirror and asked "Mirror, Mirror, On the wall. Who's the slowest of them all?" AND OMG. I saw myself there. (psst, it's meant to be a joke hor)
Our last day was meant to be on 14feb. But it got extended to the end of the month. And now, they want to extend it to the end of March. Dang. I think for once, I'm going to do something for myself. That is to stop torturing myself. Ha! (: They may be happy working in that environment. But not me. I'm quitting at the end of this month! hurhur. UNLESS they decide to work until mid March, then I might consider quitting then. Oh well, we'll see how it goes la.
I'm ending here. Take care and have a wonderful day ahead! Heh (:
what if the time stops ticking at 12:34 AM
I actually typed the words backwards. Hilarious. Okay, maybe not. Anyway, the dark clouds? They've blown over. Maybe not all, but at least I see sunlight again. I swear I almost cried and dropped dead standing, if not for Li Bin irritating me there and then. My register number, 23. I stood in the line, waiting for 22 people to get their result slips. Watching people around me jump for joy (not literally), cry, frown, expressionless. My heart felt AWFULLY heavy yet it was beating really fast. When it came to my turn, I gripped on to the pen hard, then signed my name on the class register. I did not want to see my results until later, but I could NOT resist the temptation. My eyes automatically shifted to the grades. I scanned, and scanned for a 9. and NO THERE WASN'T ONE. Yes, I heaved a sigh of relief. Though I didn't do fantastic well, I'm happy enough to have passed. 'Cause my mind was dead set on failing. I was on Cloud 9 (: Anyway, I called my mom and she was equally happy, if not, happier. Could tell how nervous she was back home, though she smirked each time we exchanged glances. Everyone at home expected me to fail. But, ah, whatever. It's getting pretty draggy.
Here I say goodbye to my school and the people in it (:
The journey ends here, and thank you for being part of it.
what if the time stops ticking at 9:29 PM
Dear Diary.
Many things have happened over the past few weeks. There have been various occasions whereby I begin typing the first few words of the post, then proceed to click the cross at the top right hand corner. Even now, I hesitate. Whether or not to stop blogging. But I guess I'll just continue.
How's work? Alright, at times. I can't handle pressure. That I already know before, but it is now double confirmed. When things get all cramped up and time's running out I get really stressed up and get easily agitated. Then get sulky and all. I get home, with a body feeling worked non-stop for 12hours. That's about it. Oh yes, latest news is I'll work until 28Feb. Yeap. ENOUGH about work.
Remember I mentioned about the shoe I wanted to buy. My feet are too big. So, DANG. But the more I look at it, the more I don't fancy it. So, yay for that. Heh. As of today, 4th February 2007, I've earned $626. (sniggers) I got myself this bag which costs a whopping $159, THEN got discounted further to $143.10. Eleven more working days. AHHH. I want it all to end asap. At the same time, I want time to freeze. 'Cause rumor has it that the results are going to be released this coming Friday, 9th February 2007. I'll either be jumping for joy or drowing in my own tears. Hurhur (: Let it PLEASE be the first one. Gulp.
So many things I want to say. (frowns) I'll keep it with me until I can no longer hold it within. Take care my dear friends. I'll be seeing some of you soon? Ugh. To see you, is to see my result slip. Pffft.
