die, blog.
what is the matter with blogger now? reading it in Mandarin is no easy feat. i only understand google and took a hell load of time to actually register the fact that they want my email add.
if that is really what they want lah.
anyway. work stinks. really freaking time consuming.
i have this person who works in the same room as i am. he is some senior technical planner or sth along that seniority (post, not age). he creates the most uncomfortable ambience ever.
sometimes when i cant take it, i sneak out to have teabreaks with the fellow temp guys. big change of mood thereafter.
and then when i go back to the room and if he is there, the urge to slit my wrist with the blade comes rushing back again.
i pray for his promotion so that he can leave the room.
for now, anything is better.
what is the matter with blogger now? reading it in Mandarin is no easy feat. i only understand google and took a hell load of time to actually register the fact that they want my email add.
if that is really what they want lah.
anyway. work stinks. really freaking time consuming.
i have this person who works in the same room as i am. he is some senior technical planner or sth along that seniority (post, not age). he creates the most uncomfortable ambience ever.
sometimes when i cant take it, i sneak out to have teabreaks with the fellow temp guys. big change of mood thereafter.
and then when i go back to the room and if he is there, the urge to slit my wrist with the blade comes rushing back again.
i pray for his promotion so that he can leave the room.
for now, anything is better.