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Friday, January 21, 2005
without life
i have no life. which is technically impossible when i am sitting here typing this. but figure of speech-ly, i dont have a life since i need to work 6 days a week including weekends. this means that i have not been attending most family gatherings, friends' gatherings and whatsoever. despite feeling overworked and definitely underpaid, i really shldnt be complaining. it has been a good experience so far.

anyway, since this post is so random anw, i shall continue blabbering. thanks to all the odacers who came to visit me in the at-city-hall-but-out-of-the-way-outlet-i'm-at (esp ivan who visited three times though i only saw him twice). it's great to see familar faces and a nice respite from all the same faces from work all day long (customers dont count). my colleague asked me yesterday if i had considered being an air stewardess. he obviously dont know me or my track record of clumsiness very well. people around me seems rather concerned about the direction towards which my career is heading recently. dinner at soup spoon is lovely. now convinced that soup can be actually filling. and it is official. singapore is so lacking in land that ns-men train in "patch(es) of trees". statistically, this is an anecdotal example but who cares? -end of blabbering-

back to my pt of not having any life. i am reduced to sms-ing people in the death of the night/morning cos i only rem what i intend to say at such timings. yay!