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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Good. I have a couple of minutes before I'm getting ready for work. Work. Work. Work.
Work sucks. I have to work. I go to work. I get worked up just by thinking of work. Work hard. Work smart. Work your ass off. Work your way to the top. Work overtime. Work sometimes. Work all the time. Work work work. Work is really overrated.

sasasasasasa salt and pepa's here!

What's going on with my life now? (obviously I'm doing this for the sake of self closure, for there's barely anyone who reads my blog. It's not so much of an inspirational pit of feel good anecdotes...)

Here is a list of the things that ticked me off in one way or another:
WORK
PETTY CONFLICTS THAT JEOPARDIZE FRIENDSHIP
WORK
GETTING ALL STOKED ABOUT GOING SHOPPING, ONLY TO FIND OUT IT'S CANCELLED AS YOUR FRIENDS HAVE TO WORK ON THAT DAY
WORK
WORKMATES
WORK

Why am I so pissed with work? It's because of the obnoxious underachieving sluts who work at the other department who constantly undermine us. I got all bitchy with an auntie yesterday. Here's what happened:

(Scene begins with Hunni looking for coffee at the coffee section)

Hunni: Rich. Rich. Rich... Where's Nescafe Rich... Oh here it is... I need... (checks his picking list) 5 of them... 1...2...3...4...5... Yes...
Auntie: Eh xiao di... don't take from up there... take from below...Don't expect me to refill the top shelf by moving the things below up...
Hunni: (Bitchiness level rising exponentially) No, actually I don't. But your boss do. (Walks away)

Truth be told, I did feel a little bit of pity and regret for doing so, but she deserved it. She's been all up in my grill for god knows how long... It's just that I never show it to anyone... Until yesterday...

NS and A Level results are just 2 weeks away... I feel so annoyed and scared and excited and anxious about the them. They are like the two most critical points of my life, where I become a man( hpmh) in one, and a successful genius/worthless loser in the other... I will keep praying for good grades, and such...

Gavin asked me about training for NS yesterday night. I'm really surprised to hear that he is indeed going to train for it. I don't see a need for pursuing something I know I will not do well in, like Physics in secondary school... I prefer to focus on things that I can excel in. I'm sure I'm not the only one right? But I have to go and serve my country, and that's what I'll do.

Oh, and Gavin gave me a good outlook on life over dinner too. he said that his friends have very low regard for Medics. His retort? "When you go for war, and you are dying, you look into my eyes and you be grateful for my presence there." (P.S., Gavin wants to be a Medic.)

Oh well. It's almost two ten. Gotta get my groove on, and strut my stuff in the streets of Singapore!

Truly,
Hunni.