work.

workworkworkworkwork.
workworkworkworkwork.


OH, HELLO stranger.
the paragraph above is basically all that happened for the past 2 weeks.
5 work= 5 working days.
10 work= 10 working days.
go figure.


2 weeks' work from 0900 to 1830 isnt tt easy okay.
argh. im feeling tired. damn freaking tired.



ahh, drop the subject on hours of work.
shall start the search for benefits of working now.
searching...
searching...

found:
nice colleagues,
location near home,
good experience,
aint boring,
acceptable workload,
no school.
(:


well, when i get bored occasionally, i'll stuff myself with junk food or kill time by painting my nails.
ha.


feeling moody.
due to several reasons.
and i fucking hate my brother.
full stop.
im affected bcos im inflicted with loneliness.
im broke.
im sick.
i miss my baby.


life sucks at this very moment.
but still,
life goes on.
and i know it.
so im just gonna stop grumbling and make the best out of what i have, in this case none. wahahhaahahha.



stil at work.
counting down! approx 10 more mins. ha.



meeting alvin bro at town for dinner and some catching up.
haven seen him for sometime alr.
need to get updates from him.
(:
ohoh, and we're having some gathering at herngyih's place this coming tue for BBQ.
happy!



shall try to get to the toilet and force some shit out.
:p



ciao.
oh dear, i forgot to mention im working at the chevrons, at jurong east, some club for warrant officers from SAF for my IAP.
okay, this time's for real.
tata.



rendezvous..