Why am I even surprised anymore?

Sometimes I wonder if I am a fucking moron. Despite how I’ve experienced it over and again, I choose to trust people.

And they did not disappoint in disappointing. Honestly, I do not need acknowledgment or praise. Talk is cheap. I just need people not to screw me when I’m trying my best to do my work.

I’ve been told that I’m too young to be cynical, too inexperienced to be jaded. It’s too early to be closed up to the world and all its beauty. Unfortunately, I am already am.

Sometimes, I marvel at my own ability to concoct evil plans and mean intentions. It is never me to turn the other cheek. I suppose it is too bad for you.

For a good reason

I am not a finance or accounting major for a good reason.

HATE COUNTING FUCKING NUMBERS over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. This close to throwing the laptop and receipts and endless sheets of paper at the person who made me do it.

miss you baby

hate PC. miss my mac already.

Not ready yet

Far from prepared to see two very exciting countries. Far from knowing enough to make intelligent conversation with important people. Far from settled with all the logistics. Far from having joy that is supposed to come with this trip. Far from peace of mind.

I know that when the situations present, I will force myself to deliver. But I’m far from being ready, physically, mentally and emotionally.

And even though I feel terribly apologetic about missing out on all the gatherings and catching up with people I love, I simply am too drained. Heck, I actually resorted to communicating with my parents through emails. (Thank God they are used to having a non-existent daughter.)

Trying to be an effective manager is damn bloody hard. Dont even talk about being an effective leader.

I know this is the opportunity of a lifetime. But will the opportunity costs be worth it?

110%

After putting in 110%, I dont give a bloody fuck anymore.
Even if it goddamn fall aparts right in front of me.

On Hiatus

Until life becomes less than a complete mess.

This is for the boys, erm, men

Almost funny that guy friends are quite convinced that I would turn lesbian. Like how one tried to convince me that I should stop staring at females. [Prince Loo, I realise why six-packs doesnt tantalise. I see them everyday at home.]

I still love xy thank you very much, just not quite impressed with the male species.
To put things in context, just not quite impressed with the human race in general.

Btw, buffet is fab when you didnt eat the rest of the day. It’s fantastic fab when you enjoyed ladies’ night discounts. It’s fucking fantastic fab when you eat with guys and didnt have to feel awkward stuffing you face with food. It’s freaking fucking fantastic fab when it has been proven that friendship can actually be forever (or at least a long long time).

Seven Dirty Words

And the very EXPLICIT continuation:

Damn those pencil pushers

I do not try difficult but some people are ridiculous. They create rules out of thin air. They put roadblocks for others on purpose. They refuse to listen to reason and say ‘NO’ before a request has been uttered. And they fawn over their bosses and step on those whom they think have no power to retaliate.

They forget that they are dealing with me. Who:
A) Tend to rock the boat.
B) Never turn the other cheek.
C) Get mad then get even.

I just dont appreciate them wasting my time which can be spent doing better things. But idiots deserve idiotic treatment.

a series of belated

Unfortunately I cultivated the habit of being late, including celebrating people’s birthdays. Which is super duper bad but always better late than never right?

And talk about late, I havent thank all the wonderful people who made mine special even though I was stuck in school for most parts of it. I did not forget okay? All your birthday smses are still in my phone!

Btw, I adore the scandal, the spouse and the secretly “married” one (SMO) for the company and atas food! During the few rare occasions which we get to sit down and talk, we discover how much our worlds collide. Seriously, I think Singapore only has two degrees of separation. Plus it helps that the three of them are going to end up damn rich one day and would hopefully support this poor marketer/HR person.

My blog posts are sadly uninspired. Blame BSM.