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Wednesday, November 24, 2004


Oh mans. Friging hell to wednesday.

Cheng nian ren le..still act so....whatevers la. It's none of my fugging business...I AM OUT OF IT.

MC was prickings about cardboards and stuffs...cause everyday we have two ppl on duty to throw the rubbish...it happen that today is me and mc turn. Okies. im fine with anyone.

U noe those suppliers. They dun give u a damn whether they flatten or put the cartons properly...and they wld happily leave us the job of flattening for them. Fuck.

The prickly MC obviously cld stand it. Off she went scolding and accusing ppl. Haiz...today everyone's face was as black as charcoal. terrible terrible terrible.!

There was too long Q at both cashiers..so i went in to help. I ended up 'kicking up' by them in a way was helping..erm..dunoe his name. then i was kick to helpong BC back again helping mr dunoe name...

And because he is a new comer...there were far too many pricing errors that he belled almost every five mins. I think ppl at ass and my dear eileen was super duper irritated! And had to call sup so many time to do refunds...

That reminds me of my first day at cashier counter.

Just what the day seems to me. I am just so looking forward to 10pm. In the end, I ended up leaving the store at 10.30pm.

and perhaps because of all these things, i find myself just wanting to share with someone that really understands. its not so much about feeling better anymore.its about realli understanding and not using anyone as the benchmark of comparison. but whenever so, i just feel foolish and frustrated at the end of the day.

And GC, where's my starbucks??!?

enough of these fuss. Tml one more day..and there comes my off-days. YAYs!


my phone went off batt in the morning...came home charging it..to realise that i had lyk 10+ msges...I was so shocked!!!

One of them was qing's. She wanted to ask if i am interested to join her in a swimming course. Nah..i had enough of that. I think i m gg into diving course nxt up. Provided my mum agrees on that.


haiz. anyway. sometimes i think THAT. the depth of love just means how much the one you cared most is allowed to bleed u. how utterly true is that sentence.

i looked through the messages in my phone last nite again...eveything seemed to happen jus last nite, but i noe i'm dreaming cause the date will always tell me it's NOT! those were my only keeps of material memories. well. true enough. sweeet. sweet things dun last. i dunno. But i'll just be glad that he's happy now.

Many a time. happiness seems to be at the expense of anothers heartache and sorrow. haha.just a stronger struggle still....

i have a this feeling. i think i screwed things up,ugh. i hate myself for being so bloody stupid. i don't know how it happened, but i sure hope it didn't. congratulations to myself, i think i screwed up my life.

Its undeniable.

I havent tv-ed for so lonnggg already. Other then school works...i'll be work and more work. Oh god. i certainly have no ideas what's on tv now. I can only keep myself updated from mags.

hmm...sumtimes life is so weird..it can be a joyful one..but at the same time a depressing one...or maybe a confusing one...

it's just lyk, u will always have to go through tough phases to reach that point...and life is also so fragile...it tends to break easily...just like a glass..if u do not have a good care of it... so what if the glass breaks...can it be mended??

y not...all we have to do it to put it back together...maybe there will be parts where u cant find and put it back together...but it is a just a tiny little part of it..no one will actually see the difference...it's okay to let go some parts of it..and forget it...and it may take some time to put it back together...but no one says that it cant be done...it just needs some time to be done...its just a matter of time...sooner or later we will see the result of it after it is back to one piece...it may not look that perfect but it still has its original look...so...we should not easily give up just because we cant find the missing parts...

But it's so hard to adapt to it.

I dunoe what m i typing here. It just pop my mind...

I realise i have been blogging too much about my work and stuffs and my blog is becoming too much lyk a place for me to throw out my sorrow,anger,saddness,very seldom happiness...and somehow or rather he always cross my mind when things just dun seems right to me. i cant blame him, for all i blame myself.

whys?!?
Arghss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when will this ever stop?

penned.


11/24/2004 11:43:00 PM