I told you I was disturbed. Not a word of kindness from you. Not one single fucking word.
I didn’t see it. Fucking reply of the year, man.
A hug? You don’t deserve it, man.
You don’t even have rights to get upset at me because I have all the reasons to be disappointed with you.
It was LooLoo’s birthday yesterday. The girls and I got together after a few months of not seeing one another! We had Teochew porridge and it was sooooo goood.
Me, Jayna and Birthday girl, LooLoo.
So nice to get together and chatted till kingdom comes.
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I’ve painstakingly posted about 100 posts from Google cache and imported 230 posts from Blogspot (where I blogged for about 2 years).
That’s almost 50% of posts recovered. I’m not so sad anymore ;)
I haven’t been feeling very well. My job is starting to feel like a real job and I’m having trouble adjusting. It’s obviously just a phase, boo tells me that I’m actually quite lucky compared to my peers. According to him, someone my age should be working till wee hours everyday, whereas for me it only happens once or twice a fortnight. I feel like work has taken over my life though, which is certainly not true although the spoilt brat part of me feels like that, feels like I’m getting paid too little, feels like working on Saturdays is affecting my social life. I’m such a hedonistic bitch, I need to sleep till afternoon on my weekends and have brunch at Ikea and shop/window shop. But I can’t do this on Saturdays anymore! What about Sunday, you ask me? Sunday is meant as a day to recover from all the naughty stuff you’ve done on Saturday!!!!
I guess I’m just more prone to stress, which isn’t exactly a big secret. I’m not built to handle stress, but my experience in my previous job has set the benchmark, so what I’m going through now is really just a piece of cake. But like I said, there’s this spoilt brat part of me that keeps whinging and complaining about overworking. It’s really silly and I really hate this side of me.
I’m not sure if this is a rant about work or just a post to remind myself that I’m not having it bad. I don’t want to be a whinging spoilt brat who doesn’t mind losing out on learning experience just because she wants to have gravad lax on Saturdays. It’s so lame, so pathetic. I want to chill. I want to be a grown-up.
I need another vacation…zomg Kim, shut the fuck up!
Anyway, I’ve been a psycho for the past 3 days due to this and hasn’t been kind to my boo.
BOO says:
aww
BOO says:
ruuuuuuuuin meeeeeeee surprise
sunny^kimberly says:
huh
sunny^kimberly says:
what surprise?
BOO says:
thought on the way to work this morning….am gonna go to curve on the way home and buy donuts for me boo boo
sunny^kimberly says:
boooboooo
sunny^kimberly says:
i love u so much i wanna cry now
Sometimes, I feel like I don’t deserve this, you know.
Darling boo and me