Flow of Life
Serving as National Slave somehow made me feel wasted.
Wakeup @ 6am everyday, 630 move out to catch the bus 54 and change to 195 @ Rivervalley Road. ETA 735 @ DTTB. Dash into "Tera" room and lock the door, Blast into the aircon and nap in the AIR CONDITIONED A4 paper storage room(apparently paper needs cooling to stay "fresh") until 805am. I shall den DeeLi Dareee-Li (waste time) till 815 around the office, its approximately the time needed to have the mood to login to my system and take out my stack of outstanding works from my drawer.
Day Hell officially starts @ 830am
I call myself an underpaid, overworked slave in the Office. Ok, slave doesnt even get paid but i do(call it "allowance" in another word). So its not very "correct" to compare myself to a true slave tat doesnt even have the basic human rights. But u know, city ppl(like me) tend to exaggerate the situation to make himself looks more desperate in order to gain sympathy(im tat desperate?!). So... u should know the drift, im simply making my situation sounds terrible.
It will be boring to keep ranting about my life as a "national slave", so i shall move on to AFTER WORK.
Chris has been accompanying me to and fro to work since he's posted to AFRC(airforce recuitment center) temporary be4 his real HELL starts. Im really grateful about that. Keeping me company and preventing me from missing my stops( i love sleeping on the bus). But i know once his gone... sigh.... lets not talk about it (take note, im NOT a GAY. I juz cherish friendship alot)
At home, my first mission is to take my medication (not telling wat medication here) and have my dinner. Its really lucky to a mother that cooks dinner every night. Let juz say tonite, she made fried prawn noodle with special chilli sauce and lime. They are perfect!
I love u Mum, though u still nags, i still love u.
*mushy*
kk, my post today is rather random... talk about work, after which mum. wat's next? Dun ask me... im juz talking crap here....
hmm.... did i missed out something?! HAHAHAHAHAHA
DotA?
Wakeup @ 6am everyday, 630 move out to catch the bus 54 and change to 195 @ Rivervalley Road. ETA 735 @ DTTB. Dash into "Tera" room and lock the door, Blast into the aircon and nap in the AIR CONDITIONED A4 paper storage room(apparently paper needs cooling to stay "fresh") until 805am. I shall den DeeLi Dareee-Li (waste time) till 815 around the office, its approximately the time needed to have the mood to login to my system and take out my stack of outstanding works from my drawer.
I call myself an underpaid, overworked slave in the Office. Ok, slave doesnt even get paid but i do(call it "allowance" in another word). So its not very "correct" to compare myself to a true slave tat doesnt even have the basic human rights. But u know, city ppl(like me) tend to exaggerate the situation to make himself looks more desperate in order to gain sympathy(im tat desperate?!). So... u should know the drift, im simply making my situation sounds terrible.
It will be boring to keep ranting about my life as a "national slave", so i shall move on to AFTER WORK.
Chris has been accompanying me to and fro to work since he's posted to AFRC(airforce recuitment center) temporary be4 his real HELL starts. Im really grateful about that. Keeping me company and preventing me from missing my stops( i love sleeping on the bus). But i know once his gone... sigh.... lets not talk about it (take note, im NOT a GAY. I juz cherish friendship alot)
At home, my first mission is to take my medication (not telling wat medication here) and have my dinner. Its really lucky to a mother that cooks dinner every night. Let juz say tonite, she made fried prawn noodle with special chilli sauce and lime. They are perfect!
I love u Mum, though u still nags, i still love u.
*mushy*
kk, my post today is rather random... talk about work, after which mum. wat's next? Dun ask me... im juz talking crap here....
hmm.... did i missed out something?! HAHAHAHAHAHA
DotA?
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