Lost touch

Something tells me that I haven't taken the MRT for a long time when I saw to my surprise (today) that Boon Lay was not longer the terminal station of the west bound line but Joo Koon. Wherever the hell that is and I thought it's some station that is connected or near to NTU, well apparently not.

ALL holed up once more

I'm showing symptoms of depression.

It helped abit that I was able to get it all out to a friend last Friday.

Bottling up and holing oneself up at home sure didn't seem like a good solution.

However I'm still depressed and totally dreading tomorrow.

Why on earth did I let an irritant get to me so much?

I wished I don't ever have to see him again, or make him disappear from my sight.

I don't wish to work with him ever again.

I wish I can just ask him to fuck off.

I'm so glad it's a short week. Only 4 days.

C'mon girl, you can stomach this. 4 days plus another week more and you'll be off to your 2 cities, 6 apartments' worth of shit. Zillions of miles away from the living terror who will be far away in the southern hemisphere.

Impending doom

2 cities. 6 apartments. 1 corporate office. 4 weeks. And 3 of us.

How the hell are we going to finish?

Be careful what I wished for huh. I only wanted my first taste of hospitality jobs, not 6 times of it.

My knees are going weak at the thought of it.

9 years ago....

Happy birthday to YOU.

Sorry that I can't wish you on FB.