NATAS

MUST... GO FOR... NATAS... TOMORROW... $200 PER DAY...

DIE DIE... ALSO MUST... GO...............

WITH PREDICTABLE... WORKLOAD... FOR... NEXT WEEK... I WILL... HAVE... TO DO OT... UNTIL 8-9PM... EVERYDAY... FOR NEXT... WEEK...

DIE DIE... ALSO MUST... EARN THAT... MONEY.... SAVE FOR... BANGKOK TRIP... IN MAY!


*Collapse with exhaustion*

Bugger this.

NATAS fair coming up this weekend - totally slipped my mind.

2 gruelling days of toiling in the booth processing HUNDREDS and HUNDREDs of policies, where every washroom break gets you the evil eye.

I mean, seriously, our situation is so bad that even our temp boys have to stay for OT almost every night until 8-9pm...

*Shudders* Ooh, the things I do for money.

For my friends who might go there, don't forget to turn up at the AIG booth to catch up. I may not be free for more than 1 minute or so, but it'll be nice.

I WANNA GO DANCING!!! ARGH!



P.S: I've changed my mobile number... So if you don't have my new number, give me a holla in my tagboard.

I...

I want... no... I need...

Someone who cares when I'm hurt.

I don't need the person to coddle me and dote on me when I'm hurt, but just to acknowledge my pain.

To let me know that my woes and pain did not went unheard. To not treat the words spoken from the depths of my heart as crap and a waste of his bloody time.

I don't need the person to agree with how I feel. I just need him to understand.

Someone who see things from a couple's point of view and not from the view of whether things were to his liking or not.

Someone who will come to meet me when he wants to see me, instead of commanding me over or flippantly say, "You want you come lor, dun want to come den dun come lor."

I'm so bloody tired that I just want to...



I can't even bring myself to speak anymore. It feels like something is laid upon my chest, and slowly choking me by forcing the air of out my lungs and crushing my windpipe.

TIck, tock, tick, tock...

Oh, I wonder when will this little self-detonating bomb will go off.

Sigh... It's Friday but...

Yesterday, when I was 'recalled' to go to my sis' place, I already booked movie tickets for 10pm that night and right then, I was having a hysterical breakdown due to workstress due to the problems caused by our Abso-f**king-lutely Bloody-piece-of C**t system.

I ended up running to the washroom and wailed for 5minutes straight. I guess its true that a good hard wank wail does one good.

I did not manage to go to my sis'.

Hence I made a promise to stay over tonight, yet my boss asked us out for a nightcap. I'm telling you, Jeslyn inviting us for a drink? You better be there, because I haven't seen it happen before.

Sis ah sis, there's a dark force forbidding me from coming >_<

Neh mind, I'll be there. The force is strong with this one!



P.S: I can't believe how efficient UOB is.

Let me tell you about the difference between UOB and AIG.

I went to the branch at Bukit Batok on Monday, and I received my card today. Whereas if you managed to call through AIG and buy a simple policy? 5 working days, please.

We are the HQ, and our servicing hall has 14 counters, yet some customers wait for almost an hour nonetheless. I did wait 1hr+ for my turn at the UOB branch, but they only had a few counters available.

Our customer service hotline operates from Monday to Friday, 8.30am to 5.30pm sharp, while UOB's hotline operates 24/7. Although we do have a 24hours crisis hotline, I don't think I will be able to talk to an operator within a minute(though I'm not sure if its because of the time) with AIG's customer service hotline.

Kudos.

There were days...

When I pat myself on the back and congratulate myself for having it rather easy.

I never really had a sordid past.

Okay, so maybe my dad left us when I was 3, I grew up at my nanny's until I was 11, it took me 14 years to know the truth that my sister is actually my half-sister, and I bled and bruised under my mum's fury until I was 18, but I have learnt to get by and take things in stride.

Looking back, when I 'blossomed' from a tomboy to an ah lian when I was 14, I'm glad I did not join that gang in Yishun that my friend almost got me into, and I've only had one real brawl in my adolescence days. It was a pretty good record as compared to most kids nowadays.

And then, like any young kids, I smoked my 1st cigarette thinking I was cool, because nobody my age seemed to be doing that.

I was 10 and a half.

Courtesy of my mum, I got the pack of Dunhill Reds for a science experiment in school, and then shared the rest of the pack with my maid. I "officially" started smoking at the age of 14.

As I got to the age of 16-18, like many teenagers, I got my hands on some drugs. I smacked K, took E, got high, got drunk. Lived the rock & roll lifestyle... Only with techno music.

But I'd prided myself for never once sleeping around or even let 'non-boyfriend' men touch me. Guys respected me; I'd garnered enough of it back then.

I did silly stuff like going to Serangoon to 'back up' my buddy with all the other guys and ended up getting chased with parangs and baseball bats. My male friend (Yes Ang, that's you! LOL) got nicked in the butt by a parang.

Even at my age now, I still entertained suicidal thoughts by slicing my wrists, but never deep enough, got creative with a belt and a hanger, hopped off a moving car and got dragged along the road on my right side while holding on to the car door, yet sucked it up and limped back into the car as if nothing happened.

Nonetheless, I managed to put all of that behind me. I may be a P.H.D - Poly half-way dropout, but I have a stable job, an okay income, and plans to further my studies overseas.

But right now? I left my pack of cigarettes in my office blazer, and I've been getting irritable. 7-11's pretty far away, and all I have now is Mel's box of nicotine gum.

I've been staring at the gums for about 5minutes, but I still can't make myself take one. Coupled with the health problems I've been having lately, being frustrated and depressed is an understatement.

Combining my past and all these shit that is my life... I have had enough childhood dilemmas and psychological fears to keep a shrink well fed for life.

Maybe I haven't had it easy after all, but somehow, I still look forward to achieving my dreams and goals; I shall never call it quits until I make it to the Land of the free and Home of the brave.

Earthquake :O

http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/262263/1/.html

Why didn't that happen to my office area? >_<

Dear friends, do take care!