My little blue book

I have taken to writing my thoughts manually. As in written with a pen on a piece of paper in a book. I am going back to my roots. I started my journal writing more than 10 years ago. It started on bits of pieces of paper before I officially make it into a proper journal (or diary to be accurate). I remember how it started. It started as a thing to do with Sha. We bought books and thought we should start something. Me being the nuttier one, bought a thicker book as compared to Sha's. We then said that we would write something each day and once we finished, we would exchanged and read each other's stories. Sad to say, we never did get to read each other's writings. I can't remember who was the one who chickened out. It could have been me, knowing all the nasties I'd written about.

No matter.

I am a big girl now. I can write what I damn well please. Whether or not the intention is to slag people, I don't give a shit. So there. Blue book or weblog, I will write and no one would shut my voice !

Rock me gently, rock me slowly

Still at work today. Yeah, yeah ... I need to get a life but then, what can you expect of me ? I am officially a slave to my work.

You could even say I don't have a life. Sad to say, I might even have to agree with you on this comment. Yeah, yeah. Okay to show that I indeed have a smidgen of life in this cold torso, I am packing up to go. Home I mean. Need to reassure my baby I still care for him. Love you.

I am not sorry !

If you want to owe people information, let it be to the Big Gun. No one gets any bigger than the MOE ! Haaha ... I or rather the institution I work in owes data to the MOE. And guess, which sucker has to compile the info ? As if it's some mystery, eh ?

So anyways, I am spending this good day trying to finish compiling the data due 2 Fridays ago. Wish me luck !

Coke bottled glasses

In the past 3 months or so, I am prone to temper throwing. It's been a long time since I had last thrown my *frust* look at one of my colleagues. The very last time I can remember was more than 2 years ago, while I was still working in the lab. Back then, the teachers were getting on my nerves almost daily.

I had thought those days were way behind me until quite recently. You know how someone just rubs you the wrong way way before they even open their mouths ? Well, these irksome characters had me almost to boiling point. Individually, irrelevant but all of them together on one day ? Worse than the deepest pits of hell !

How I wish my 15 years of living is almost near. You know, if it gets too tough, I might just revise my hope and konk out at 30. No point in holding on when all hope is gone.

I can love you like that

It has not stopped raining yet. From the moment I opened my eyes today, buckets of water had been falling down from the grey skies. The rain drizzled, keeping the road outside my windows wet. Every single time a vehicle passes by, you can here the slick road going whoosh! It's been a noisy day. Occasionally you hear a honk from the travelling vehicles, trying to make their destination. Going out was never on the agenda. Staying in bed was the only option. Just me and my baby.