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.