endless thought

As usual, there are so many work related things in my mind. I find it kinda hard for me to not to think of work. Weekend sometimes can be quite a burden for me emotionally.

I have some chat with my friends from my working place. We all came out with a conclusion that the most you can stay there is 2 years top. Because we feel that there is some management problem, employees got paid lower than market price with those never ending work load. Well, for my friend’s case, she is bored to death because she got so little things to do.

But I’ll try.. Try my very best till I can’t take it anymore. I need to prove to people that I can handle it. It is normal for us to have dreamt of our work constantly, to get called to work during our leaves, and so forth. Is this a normal in other companies as well?

By the way, I like the fact that I am meeting new people in the companies. I realized the sales people are so outstanding, all of them. They are all so confident from the way they talk, so straight forward, so outstanding. It’s not like I know them personally, it’s because they speaks very well in public. By the way, I have new friends!!!

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RY sold all his Topshop vouchers at Ebay.. My hopes are all gone.. it was so weird. He gave me 100 pounds worth of Topshop vouchers.. After spending 1 hour at the shops, I can’t even get myself a single accessory. Am I that demanding or I just not the shopping type of person. Gosh, sometimes I wish I can shop without looking at the price tags.

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I need a long break, like 1 or 2 months. To be as lazy as I can, brush up some cooking skills, take care of my grandma, to go for long vacation and stuff. I never really have a break after I graduate. I was busy finding jobs and going for interviews back then. And I start working straight afterwards. Gosh, I just know that I am so bored of studying and I need get money as soon as possible for my trip.

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I had a wonderful dream. I don’t know what was that but the scenery and the garden in my dream was awesome.

good night, i hope there are people who read my blog

wrong path

Yesterday night I was so eager to go back to seremban as usual. After waited for 45 mins for the bus at 1U, and another 1 hour of bus journey to Asia Jaya.. 15 mins more to central. While waiting for train at central, there’s this weird burning smell at the station.

I felt lucky because train arrives and the door open right in front of me after waiting for less then 3 minutes. As usual, I get in and grab myself a comfortable seat. I take out my book and try to finish up the rest of the pages.

I realized that the stations seem different from what they suppose to be, I barely can see the stations’ names and no people announcing the places. Desperately, I tried to look at the station name, showing BATU TIGA. First thing in my mind, is BATU TIGA a new station on the journey back to seremban? I looked at the map, damn, I am on my way to PELABUHAN KLANG.

There I was, in the middle of Shah Alam, at 1045PM.

I send a text to my brother and asked him to come pick my up at Central. I waited for another 45 minutes until the train from Klang arrives. So after reaching central, I had my late night dinner at 12 something.

The story is, KTM suddenly changed their lane. A track that headed to Seremban for years suddenly changed to Klang few seconds before I step into the train.

Malaysia’s KTM rocks eh??

I miss London’s subway.

mixed up

After spending only a week with you, I’ve realized that our bond is getting even much stronger than before. I feel more secure to be with you, more rely on you, truly appreciate what you have done to me and love you even more.

Everything seems so clear to me now.


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I don’t know what to write for now, as don’t really enjoy my work life for the time being. Working life is so different from studying life. I wanted to make a move. To get closer to family, to find a new job in seremban maybe. Yet, things are not clear so I can’t make any changes now.

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Went to shah alam with siblings, for the Bon Odori. Unlike my siblings, they all love Japanese culture while I prefer European culture. Heck, I have no idea why I followed them. I don’t understand why they just dance in circle. The only thing that attracts me is the Kimono that they’re wearing. Nothing more.

Knock Knock

okay, i got a lame joke,
Behold, ladies and gentlemen..




A:Knock Knock..
B: Who's there?
A: Nobody
B: Nobody who?
A:......................................


So you must remain silent and do other stuff when other person asked you nobody who..

Funny right, right??

I have fool RY!!!! We laughed so hard while walking along at the street in London. people stare at us somemore..

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another happy thing..

RY taught me some french words.. one of them is the word PLEASE.. while French suppose to be an elegant and noble language, i turned it into something funny according to RY.

PLEASE = s'il vous plait (french)=si bu ble ( my version)

Luckily i can't talk in French.

THANK YOU=Merci=Meh si (translate to Cantonese, it means wassup)


So whenever one of us say Merci, the other one will say mou si (nothing in Cantonese)

vacation has ended

love,

i enjoyed my vacation till the max..

it is the best vacation ever ... despite the strike, hot summer and the backyard room..

overall, i'm happy because we were together again.

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Sometimes I tend to think that she has little hatred toward me. I may not be as neat and coordinate as them. I was born with it, I’m messy and disorganized. My things are always messed up. I always couldn’t find my things and my table is covered with all kinds of stuff. When I studied last time, first thing I do was spread all my notes and books over the table. Sigh, does she have to shout with her pissed off face?

I feel so depress these few days. I cried almost every night when my emo strike. There are so many things in my mind right now. Things that have been bothered me for months. I think it is time to clear things up.

Today I wake up I the whole house smell like shit. Something like blood, sweat and rubbish smell. I feel like throwing up instead. Finally, I know where’s the smell came from. From the fridge, all kinds of raw bloody chicken, bone, smelly rice, fish inside the fridge. Gosh, I need to have a normal life.. Waking up smelling dead fish and bloody chicken is not the dream of my life!!!

I’m going to see him soon. But I haven’t feel the happiness within me. I am being surrounded by depression.