December 28, 2004
Yea. I just don't feel happy today.
Changing my blog address
makes me feel a little bit better.
Still, I always dream big.
Haha.
Maybe I'm really trying too hard.
I told you I joined the job
not too much for the money
but for the experience.
Don't go telling me
I earn more then you leh.
Yea. $7/hr so what?
I'm sorry la.
I just don't like the way you talk.
I'm not jealous or whatever.
But you really got to be sensitive.
I love my job. That's all to it.
It's tough, difficult, to the extreme.
Whatever~ I just like it.
Maybe because it has the same initials
as something I like/treasured/enjoyed very much.
I really wish to be able to go back there
and help out. Yet I lack the courage to go there.
I've much to worry about my results.
Camp training today was fine.
Except a little part of it ruined it all.
Stayed out at J8 for a while.
Then went home.
I want to be left alone,
but no one understands it.
Perhaps I want to talk to someone
but
I feel sad all of a sudden -
like I could burst out in tears
at this very moment.
I don't know the reason.
Maybe I'm upset with myself.
Ok. Then the PMS also contributes to it.
Can't you people read minds?
You don't need me to tell you
that I'm busy four times.
I'm forever this stubborn.
I hardly change my mind once
I set myself to do it.
Perhaps that's the reason why
I expect too much of myself.
Such a waste to change my blog address.
I still think the previous one sounds nicer.
But this is fine.
Tomorrow will be a better day. =)
I just found somewhere I could talk to. =)
This very blog.
It's dead.
At least I don't get negative comments. Haa.
Thanks my dearest mood swing.
Please don't come back tomorrow.
I won't miss you.
Go away.
-nIx- @ [[10:12 PM]]
Yea. I just don't feel happy today.
Changing my blog address
makes me feel a little bit better.
Still, I always dream big.
Haha.
Maybe I'm really trying too hard.
I told you I joined the job
not too much for the money
but for the experience.
Don't go telling me
I earn more then you leh.
Yea. $7/hr so what?
I'm sorry la.
I just don't like the way you talk.
I'm not jealous or whatever.
But you really got to be sensitive.
I love my job. That's all to it.
It's tough, difficult, to the extreme.
Whatever~ I just like it.
Maybe because it has the same initials
as something I like/treasured/enjoyed very much.
I really wish to be able to go back there
and help out. Yet I lack the courage to go there.
I've much to worry about my results.
Camp training today was fine.
Except a little part of it ruined it all.
Stayed out at J8 for a while.
Then went home.
I want to be left alone,
but no one understands it.
Perhaps I want to talk to someone
but
I feel sad all of a sudden -
like I could burst out in tears
at this very moment.
I don't know the reason.
Maybe I'm upset with myself.
Ok. Then the PMS also contributes to it.
Can't you people read minds?
You don't need me to tell you
that I'm busy four times.
I'm forever this stubborn.
I hardly change my mind once
I set myself to do it.
Perhaps that's the reason why
I expect too much of myself.
Such a waste to change my blog address.
I still think the previous one sounds nicer.
But this is fine.
Tomorrow will be a better day. =)
I just found somewhere I could talk to. =)
This very blog.
It's dead.
At least I don't get negative comments. Haa.
Thanks my dearest mood swing.
Please don't come back tomorrow.
I won't miss you.
Go away.
-nIx- @ [[10:12 PM]]
