Let tomorrow worry for itself...

Phew! I've finally completed all my "tasks". My room is in an utterly outrageous state of mess (what's new?). Hmmph.. I wish that was the only thing that's messed up right now (Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.). Well, anyway, I spend the whole night wrapping pressie for one of my dearest colleague, Pearlyn, who will be leaving my company real soon.

Some of my friends asked, "Wah! How many farewell parties this month huh?". Seriously, I have already stopped counting how many farewell parties/ dinner/ lunch/ gathering I have attended even since I got recruited into the Shenton Way Torture House. After all, numbers are just statistics.

So, when's my turn to ORD from the Torture House? Well, until I find another slave-driver who can offer me better welfare or at least until I find my direction out of this place. However, this is not one of the most pressing problems I'm facing right now.

The situation I'm in requires me to "subtly warn" aka "urge" one of my more junior colleague to change her working attitude. And of course, it wasn't my idea... Yet, I have to kill some few million brain-cells to think about how to put the message to her without straining our working relationship (and also budding friendship) and also to consider if she will take the comments negatively. So I have decided to let out the "warning" little by little. The aftermath is always ugly lah. She seemed quite affected by it. Who wouldn't be, right? :(

Since now i'm just left with 2 hours to sleep before I head down for work, I'm contemplating should I even sleep. My brain is zoning out this very minute... I... I... I just wanna let tomorrow worry for itself....... ZZZzzz............ *snores* (I bet the next thing I know, I'll be very very very very late for work) :P

Black boy's poem

When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,

When I sick, I Black,

And when I die, I still black..



And you White fella,.....

When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..

And you call me Colored ??

Once a bastard, always a bastard.

Well, Happy birthday. And I still think you are a bastard.

So long. Farewell.

It has come the time when I have to bid farewell to my work buddy, Zhiwei, as he moves on to pursue further studies. I left the farewell dinner with mixed feelings. Hmmm... Perhaps a little sad. Afterall, he is quite a humourous guy. I guess it's just weird not having someone to "talk cock" with when the work stress builds up. Plus, I think he's about the only person who will give me a "morning call" religiously every weekday morning just to make sure that I'm not too late for work (but often I still can't resist the temptation of my bed and end up falling back to sleep). I think we make a great team cause he has such positive work attitude that spurs me to improve one design after another. And since he is the one shouldering more work load, I guess the baton will be passed down to me soon. The pressure is on now that I'm considered the more "senior" designer. Gee... I have never been a "senior" in any company before and it really feels so weird considering that I have only work in this company for a mere 9 months. My managers had already prompt me on improving my work attitude and also hinting the magnitude of the work load to come. I hope I won't be tearing my hair out or else I'll just end up balding then I'll look even uglier than how I already am. :( *Fingers crossed*

Oh! On a happier note, today Jordan and I went to St Gregory Spa. It was our first Spa experience and we enjoyed it tremendously! Wah damn shiok! They gave us facial and full body massage. We even get to use the jacuzzi and steam room! And for once, I really feel damn like a VIP. But of course, VIP treatment and service comes with a relatively hefty price. When I saw the bill, my eyes nearly pop out from their sockets! haha. It's ok lah. Worth the money what. Who can resist the high life man? So what should I do? Be a slave to $ so as to afford this kind of "luxury" loh. :(