Tired out.
Had a day long meeting with Nelson, and settled shitloads of paper work.
Negotiated and had a pay rise, like, FINALLY.
Less than my expected, but he knows my financial situation. =(
Forgot lunch, only had dinner. Ughs.
*sigh*
Thursday, June 30, 2011
A rendezvous.
A new adventure,
Whiskey
Beer.
Ice.
I've learnt to love my Whiskey on the rocks. The deep aroma of oak, the solid, full bodied aroma.
Secure. Pure. Solid.
=)
I was running around the whole of Tuesday and Wednesday.
I had to meet the agents to get more information for the staff's medical insurance, and get quotations for new vendors to print our name cards, rubber stamps and our shitty company website.
Pretended to be Ah Qiang's Personal Assistant on Tuesday, when the 7pm appointment was cancelled, until my appointment at 8pm.
Got my quotations and ended up looking at the stock market on the agent's new iPad. Learnt some tips on speculation, and opened an account for trading.
=X
Met Chowzie after that, and visited his office. Saw some of his portfolio, and realised how shitty my company's website is. LOL.
Asked him for a quote and will be asking Nelson for permission to get it done. If we have the budget, then we'll have a nice website. If not, we'll have to leave it to chance and risk it with a Freelancer.
My feet is all blistered from all the walking today, and I got caught in the rain, and now I'm feeling floozy. Damn it.
Had half a burger for the entire day, and half a dozen of escargot from Saybons.
I'm really tired.
A new adventure,
Whiskey
Beer.
Ice.
I've learnt to love my Whiskey on the rocks. The deep aroma of oak, the solid, full bodied aroma.
Secure. Pure. Solid.
=)
I was running around the whole of Tuesday and Wednesday.
I had to meet the agents to get more information for the staff's medical insurance, and get quotations for new vendors to print our name cards, rubber stamps and our shitty company website.
Pretended to be Ah Qiang's Personal Assistant on Tuesday, when the 7pm appointment was cancelled, until my appointment at 8pm.
Got my quotations and ended up looking at the stock market on the agent's new iPad. Learnt some tips on speculation, and opened an account for trading.
=X
Met Chowzie after that, and visited his office. Saw some of his portfolio, and realised how shitty my company's website is. LOL.
Asked him for a quote and will be asking Nelson for permission to get it done. If we have the budget, then we'll have a nice website. If not, we'll have to leave it to chance and risk it with a Freelancer.
My feet is all blistered from all the walking today, and I got caught in the rain, and now I'm feeling floozy. Damn it.
Had half a burger for the entire day, and half a dozen of escargot from Saybons.
I'm really tired.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Tried jumping out of the car twice. HAHA.
But the Father Figure jammed his break and I failed.
(note to self: Jump on the expressway when it hits 100 the next time.)
The Queen Bitch tried to sabotage my work, and made up shit about me, not going to work when I'm supposed to.
My work is in my laptop, my work is online. She knows nothing about cloud computing, and has no idea how flexible hours work out.
I travel on site as and when required, I'm either working on my computer somewhere, or meeting someone.
So why does she have to sabotage me and lie to him about me not working?
All the emails that I've sent out is more than enough proof of the work I've done. And currently, shitloads are back logged because Nelson has yet to reply to them at all.
I'm sick, and I'm fed up.
Didn't help that Aunt Sindy had to say something snide about it to worsen the situation. Another woman without much brains.
I can't even visit Grand without all these shit happening anymore.
Broke down in the car when the Queen Bitch went on and on and then started insulting me. Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I don't have the means to fight back. But tonight, I gave up.
Tried to jump. Failed. Jumping and not dying isn't much fun. Getting a broken arm just hinders work. And at that point of time, there wasn't any fear.
It was just the running road and the wind in my hair.
That pure escape.
But the Father Figure jammed his break and I failed.
(note to self: Jump on the expressway when it hits 100 the next time.)
The Queen Bitch tried to sabotage my work, and made up shit about me, not going to work when I'm supposed to.
My work is in my laptop, my work is online. She knows nothing about cloud computing, and has no idea how flexible hours work out.
I travel on site as and when required, I'm either working on my computer somewhere, or meeting someone.
So why does she have to sabotage me and lie to him about me not working?
All the emails that I've sent out is more than enough proof of the work I've done. And currently, shitloads are back logged because Nelson has yet to reply to them at all.
I'm sick, and I'm fed up.
Didn't help that Aunt Sindy had to say something snide about it to worsen the situation. Another woman without much brains.
I can't even visit Grand without all these shit happening anymore.
Broke down in the car when the Queen Bitch went on and on and then started insulting me. Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I don't have the means to fight back. But tonight, I gave up.
Tried to jump. Failed. Jumping and not dying isn't much fun. Getting a broken arm just hinders work. And at that point of time, there wasn't any fear.
It was just the running road and the wind in my hair.
That pure escape.
I miss my wine and good life.
*sigh*
Why does he have to reappear despite the police report and warning issued?
Does he not know better than to bother me again?
You can come screw with my mind every 3 weeks, and with every disturbance, I will get stronger.
I will rise from the ashes like a Phoenix.
DO you know that I miss you?
Blue.Frog.
*sigh*
Why does he have to reappear despite the police report and warning issued?
Does he not know better than to bother me again?
You can come screw with my mind every 3 weeks, and with every disturbance, I will get stronger.
I will rise from the ashes like a Phoenix.
DO you know that I miss you?
Blue.Frog.
Tied down by your incurable disease,
I can't move on and go along as I please.
Like a dead weight to my feet,
a prisoner to your misdeeds.
Ill fated, unwanted, much too complicated.
My mistake to know you,
a mis-step to no return.
My misfortune, my regret,
but no way to trace back the steps.
Under no circumstance would I want you back,
with your misdeeds and god forbidden acts.
It takes one to forgive and then forget,
but with this in me, I'm just full of regrets.
I miss the life I had. Without regret, without this bad fact.
No man would want a girl with this condition,
like a pariah, condemned.
Forsaken, diseased, untouchable.
Better off dead than a burden unto myself and the world.
That is the only way out.
I can't move on and go along as I please.
Like a dead weight to my feet,
a prisoner to your misdeeds.
Ill fated, unwanted, much too complicated.
My mistake to know you,
a mis-step to no return.
My misfortune, my regret,
but no way to trace back the steps.
Under no circumstance would I want you back,
with your misdeeds and god forbidden acts.
It takes one to forgive and then forget,
but with this in me, I'm just full of regrets.
I miss the life I had. Without regret, without this bad fact.
No man would want a girl with this condition,
like a pariah, condemned.
Forsaken, diseased, untouchable.
Better off dead than a burden unto myself and the world.
That is the only way out.
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