Wednesday, April 28, 2010
oh well, today marks my 2 years working in this company.
no special feelings. no good news yet.
well, i ought to be extra vigilent now. i can't afford to lose anymore concentrations.
things are getting more and more competitive and people are acting more aggressively now.
poutx. i should work harder! lets get this moving!
the 2 years here bring tears and happiness at the same time.
well, you can say that i'm one emotional biatch. but seriously, who doesn't have feelings?
thank goodness! i have kind people around me everyday. but recently... for some reason it seems like we are in World war II kind situation.
you feel the tension. your shoulder feels heavy everyday.
yup. that's exactly how i feel right now.
the 2 years here didnt bring you any much relieves. you work hard but there still questions pointing back to you that makes your mind constantly pondering: what's next? what's next? the more you contribute... you just expect something in return. well... is this what it should be? or that people nowadays are getting more demanding now?
I happened to browse through some high traffic jobseeking websites and I was really surprised to know that there are so many offers outside right now. wow. tempting isn't it.
should i persevere? or run away?
4/28/2010 09:38:00 PM
Monday, April 19, 2010
Mondays.
Well, I'm slowly getting used to the short weekend break lately.
At least I don't go around complaining how short weekends are and how I yearn for more of it. LOL. I'm getting better at handling my time now. :) woohoo!
Weekends didn't move as swiftly as I expected though. Was supposed to meet up with a few of our poly mates on Sat. Sigh. I don't blame anyone... really. Tim and I were rushing down from his Cuzzie's bday bbq to our meeting place. A matter of fact is that Tim and I were so close from reaching our meeting place when we decided to just call it off since D.D who had his last min. appointment with army dudes... -__- and phoonie, who wasn't aware that the meetup is still on. Well... all I have to say is that screw ups are bound to happen at times too. Sigh. It was an unintentional event anyway. Oh well, if anyone thinks we all wanted this to happen... then so be it.
Well... as for Tim and I, things are getting slightly better for us now. (relieved) During this period of time, I just hope things can be well sorted between us. Be a little more patient and hear each other out more. hmm... wish us luck! Gotta get back to work for now! HAPPY MONDAY TO ALL! :)
4/19/2010 09:56:00 AM
Monday, April 12, 2010
swollen eyes. block nose. ugly eye bags.
Yes, these are the symptoms after an ugly war with your boyfriend.
So why do people still seek for relationships then?
To seek for someone to quarrel with? hah! Put me out from this please!
Lately, I've been wondering... wouldn't it be better if we are on our own?
Kind of feel that things might work better that way... seriously.
No need to accomodate with anyone nor be distracted as well. YOU SEE!
It is just so tiring. SO TIRED of everything.
To hear that alot of things aren't done willingly on your end.
To hear that I'm being unsupportive.
It is just so upsetting to hear all these! So are you trying to tell me that all these aren't your true self afterall?!!!
Relationships is all about being truthful to one another.
So if you choose to hide it away from me to avoid quarrels and all these.
IS IT MY FAULT?! its
NOT!
4/12/2010 09:03:00 AM
Sunday, April 04, 2010
i've been having quite a tough time trying to focus and finish mugging for my exams next fri.
sigh. TEMPTATIONS! PLEASE GO AWAY!
or DISTRACTIONS! OUT YOU GO!
o wells! its difficult! IT'S JUST SO DIFFICULT TO STAY FOCUS AT HOME!
it's cool to have a piano teacher at home, but its so NOT COOL that her lesson starts at 9am on a bloody SUNDAY MORNING! ARGH! Now that I'm awake, its not helping at all. Cos' the bloody amateur pianist is playing so terribly that you can't even concentrate on your notes!
AHHHH!!!! There goes my wasted morning. Neither could I study nor sleep. ARGH!!!!!! ANNOYING!
4/04/2010 10:37:00 AM