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says what she feels..
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
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When I was young, my first ambition was to become a teacher. Heh. You must remember that back then, THE SHOW to watch was the one with Aiyoyo and Li Nanxing. Cannot blame lar, too young to watch anything else and actually understand what the hell is going on.
Of course, as years goes by, I wanted to be many other things. Except being a shrew, which is exactly what I grew up to be. The point is, not many of us grow up to accomplish things that we imagine ourselves doing at the age of six.
I know for a fact that I would never make it as an educator. First of all, I can't stand wailing kids. I would sooner slap them than try to instill sense into their heads. Give me the giggling babies anytime.
That being said, the kids of this generation will eat me alive. Seriously, you can't cane them, lecture them or even touch them. Physical contact with them will just shatter their fragile exterior or whatever. My foot. They will climb over your head if you let them. That's why I will, in the event that I actually have the desire to procreate, NOT spare the rod. A good sound beating is needed sometimes to instill a sense of discipline into them.
Have been around too many bratty children recently. Why aren't parents disciplining their children like they should? I swear, if one more kid kicks me in the shin on the train one more time, I'm going to twist their bratty little ankles and introduce them to the meaning of pain. How can they sit there smiling and do nothing while their offspring creates chaos right in front of their eyes?
No wonder Singapore has a falling birth rate. Everyone probably seen one brat too many and decided to save themselves the trouble of raising a monster.
Hai...
A lot of stress at work lately. Why doesn't anyone understand that I need time to go through my emails and follow up on them? They can't possibly expect me to finish updating everything in one week right? A couple of weeks ago, I had a horrendously long backlog of stuff I need to update and create. Because I'm also supposed to complete the data creation and uploading into the company's new system, I really can't cope with the workload. Then one of the AMs came over to ask me whether I was completing my IDL yet. WTF? I can't even finish up my existing backlog, let alone input any data. I tried to explain but really, whatever she was accusing me of not doing was getting to me. I don't even work under me and there she was, bossing me around. I almost ended up crying in the ladies. Why am I being subjected these unfair practices, I want to know? It's not like I can't take pressure, I've served several MPs, been the VIP server for countless functions, survived what Ron called justified bullying and went to hell and back at my poly attachment company. And has anyone tried carrying more than 200 plates while running in two and a half hours? Not the plastic ones but those made from porcelain. Try doing that. What do you mean I can't take it? I just can't stand her smug attitude. I'm not the one spending all days kissing the ass of my SM and doing virtually nothing.
And speaking of kissing ass and doing nothing, I want to kill Bart Simpson. He's an such an idiot that no amount of medicine will ever cure him. Tell me, what for you go to SIM and still rely on me to check the DB for you? What do they pay him 1.7K for? To bloody test my memory power? I don't have a photographic memory and if I did, I most certainly would not be working there. I would have 2 f-ing MBAs to my name already. And studying for my third.
So after I told him something he deserves to hear, he had the audacity to look wounded. What? He had it coming for ages, messing with me and pissing me off. He should go back to Springfield, Simpsonland where he rightfully belongs. Luckily, I still have my other AM to bitch with. Otherwise I woud have gone crazy bottling up all my feelings of unjust towards people who dare to call themselves my colleagues and yet sit there and gloat while I struggle to meet my deadlines. KNN.
I know, office politics. Can't say anything bad about them, to their faces at least. What I really want to stay to them is to go F themselves.
I need my GWP therapy fast. Not able to make it last week because dear Ying decided to hold her farewell BBQ the same day as a function. Don't balme her lar. It will probably be the last chance I get to see her in a very long time.
Probably not going back this week also. Need to help my AM configure her Itunes. How can anyone not know how to operate it? It's practically idiot-proof! Then Xiaohui wants to go shopping again, don't know whether it will be a group outing. I hope not, shopping was never meant to be a group activity and I really want to do some serious shopping. I want to get boots for CNY.
Plus, random shots sent to me. Some dating back to last Christmas, has it been 3 weeks already? Xiaohui and her stupid camera lor, take so long to develop. Get a digicam, takes virtually no time at all. Plus, you can delete those ugly shots that you want no one ever to see.
I think I was singing Rainie Yang's Ai Mei. Badly.
Gluttony should not be encouraged.
Taken after the amazing 16 hours I clocked on NYE. Yeah, I was falling asleep already.
Shopping on 2nd Jan 2006:
 Labels: outings
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