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Monday, May 23, 2005
bitch fest
sometimes i just ask for things to happen to me. it was entirely my fault that i felt like a walking zombie on the second half of the prev week. working on my social life after working 7-3 is giving me a severe lack of sleep. so after sleeping half (or less) than my required amt (which is a lot) for five days, i zzz the past 12 hours away.

at this point, everyone seems more than ever to be going their separate paths.

ok... this is a very bad thing to say but i actually enjoy gossiping. to paraphase kelly: it's not gossip when you're telling the truth. however, i would think that talking behind other's backs, whether truth or not is gossip. basically, i had a major bitch fest with sh, deb and to some extent, my colleagues at work over the last week.

the three-hour meeting with sh could have been more productive. which goes to show that you shld always plan in advance what to do. nevertheless, it was fun meeting up. if we start recording the number of people we talk abt, debbie, i think the number will be astronomical. haha.. this is what you'll get for being schmates for six years and colleagues for almost half a year. we were talking non-stop from the moment we met and i believed we would have continued if it wasnt for the fact that i had to be at work at 7am the next day.

i think i talk too much at work. i was relatively quieter in my last hour of shift on fri and all my colleagues came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with me. i should go reflect on whether i ought to continue to be as talkative. i appreciate the concern but it's weird trying to explain there's nothing wrong with me when i'm being quiet. it's as if i wasnt capable of being silent. hahas...