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Thursday, May 24, 2007


The last two days were an emotional roller coaster ride.

I hate it when the boss think that you are always ready for OT and give you ridiculous amount of work to complete at 5.30pm and expect you to complete it at the end of the day.

I hate it when they know about the the event ages ago and only give us the tons of materials to prepare the day before at 4 pm.

I hate it when they are just such "ivory towers" and know not how to do the things that they commanded.

I hate it when they brought work from home for us when it's already impossible to complete what was in the office.

Someday, I'll be the one that they are happily chatting on the phone with while theit staff was slogging away.

One day, I'm gonna be their client and make things impossible for them.

And you see I am such a bitch to put the above stuffs in "hard to read" color, just in case they chanced upon my blog, I still need the job for another month.

enough about work...

experienced this before??? This woman sitting beside you have super long and frizzy and dirty and dry hair, and she let it down. She was sitting next to you in a train and she started talking with exaggerated body languages and flinging her hair too and fro. I feel like killing her and I can imagine all the flies and germs in the air and stuffs. call me a snob, but I just cant stand body odours and dirty hairs. if you had such a hair texture, not that I had anything against tt, BUT COULD YOU PLEASE TALK CALMLY OR TIE YOUR HAIR UP.

ok, and now I got to rush out. I shall blog about happier things when I come back.

7:42 AM

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Kai Lin
24 years old
Saggitarius
Married and loved

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