work, dinner, the phone, sleep. books whenever i can squeeze time in. life is a routine these few days.
despite much precaution and sweat and effort and all, it still happened. after three weeks, i'm late for work. okay. i don't know if i should be proud of this but three weeks is 15 working days k. hmph. but i was late for 14 minutes and noone said anything. hmmmmm.......
Woohoo! raise in pay, babeh, raise in pay! although $6.50/hr is not much difference and i sorta requested for the increase, it sure feels good knowing that you are praised, esp from unexpected people. now that i didn't ask for. but i'm not that i'm complaining in any way. they can praise all they want. haha!
i'm back on the positively (negatively?) disgusting cough mixture again, and its making me uber drowsy. took its last night before bed and was still feeling drugged when i woke up this morn. gosh.
so the weekend's come and gone.
friday's dress down day. hm everyone looks abit wierd in jeans. oh wells. the weekend's here!
the drink vending machine in the office pantry is amazing. oh man. i think i've found a new reason to come to work.
Wednesday, January 17. yay i like.(:
Three and a half days more.
life and its happenings don't fit and fall perfectly into broad categories, every circumstance is different. the things deemed right by one, to the world, could be seen as a grieve misgiving. usually a person does things in which he thinks are right, and more often than not, with a good, sound reason. a person whose actions are condemned by the world. the world sees his actions as a wrongdoing, but when you think about it, surely what he did was not wrong, given his reason and circumstance. the challenge lie in even bothering to accept what he deems as right.
always reminds me of you.
okay blogger is screwed up. i cant edit my posts. gahh whatever.
isn't it true. everything boils down to pride. misunderstandings and problems. but it also prevents people from being reduced to a lump of quivering, gibbering, unrecognisable mess during rough times and send people scampering to salvage whatever that's left of their sanity and hold on to the last bit of it.
is it truly just me, or is it the workings of an overactive, overly engaged imagination, or is it the dire result of the strict-to-a-fault conformation to a stereotyped attitude and mindset?
okay i've finally gotten down to blogging. first entry of year 2007, and 5 days late. ah lazy la. oops hehe. alrights so first things first.
cyn.
161288.
victorian.
vjc 05S43.
vjcsb.
tpjc (1st 3mths) 05S31.
tksian.
tkband.
khs.
flautist =)
all that i hold dear.
besties(: and lovely lovely friends.
family.
shopping, reading, lazing around.
sweet, pretty, striking colours.
swirls. stripes.
ice cream, chocolate, and the same few constants.