the monster has returned.
her power is truly amazing man
she comes to nag at me for 10 seconds, i wanna throw my resignation at her already. (i know i've said this so many times. and yeah i'm waiting for myself to get the nerve to eventually do that)
today the monster not only wanted to complain about my lack of productivity, but also about my apparent (ie non-existent) lack of excellence in my conversational skills with customers.
bloody hell. people didn't take the a levels to become a low-class call agent like you used to be hor.
i mean, the only reason why you're good at it, is because you've plenty of experience. coughcough. (and nothing else)

exactly 4 more weeks. i'd be out of this place.



i deserve to be slapped man. i dont want mass comm anymore :( not that i'm getting it of course.



ahyin mol and me travelled all the way to holland v for The Most Expensive Brunch Ever on saturday.
:(
the scrambled eggs were described as "lush quivering textbook-perfect with a delicate hint of butter" in the magazine. i think it was supposed to be "a hell lot of butter" instead.
so half of it went to the bottomless pit that is mollie's stomach. jeez. twenty bucks for those eggs some toast and two miserable strips of bacon. luckily the place was nice and the waiter was cute. heh heh.

and then sunday was definitely The Most Boliao Day. after an afternoon of Rotting and Not Doing Anything At All, seah and me met up with Boliao Juniors for mahjong.
(and then we realise exactly one year back we were at the same place yelling from the 1st floor up to william's house. we must keep this tradition man)
mahjong mahjong, what can i say? i won 4 times straight and made jingying pok :) KIDDING. all the money then went back to ck anyway (made his wealth by gang4-ing his way through. chey! haha) this kind of boliao life is certainly very tempting.



excuse me please. i'd like to go and count how many public holidays there are this month.