StillMorphing, IntoWhat, IHaveNoIdea.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

before you guys think that i've ended up in the coffin, or without a coffin, i'm announcing that i'm alive and, maybe kicking. maybe not. been way too busy to even log on the net. bushed by the time i reach home. essentially, i can get some time off in the office to slack, but nothing is accessible here. no msn, no hotmail, no gmail, no yahoo mail, no youtube, no haoting / souting / or whatever-ting, blah blah blah. equivalent to something much worse than that of glion. what is happening over at MY side of Singapore, is work work and more work. a glimpse of what happened over the past erm, haven't counted how long i've disappeared.

was in LBSH for 3 full weeks, with one day of MC. fell dead on the 2nd day of my job. never felt worse in my life i swear. for the 3 full weeks i was physically drained, never had a flu that lasted so long. it was sore throat, cough, stuffy nose, fever. and THAT lasted for 3 weeks. ask me how i survived through the 3 weeks, i'd prolly tell you that it's not time for me to die then, i guess. that was the best time of my internship so far. with vicky, puteri, mogan, logen, andrew - the mumpties. then again, it was the worst with my favourite sister (da QUEEN) and her newfound best friend. oh well, fuck that. any-o-hows, people come people go. andrew went back to philippines, mogan left for another hotel, and there it is, less mumpties, more enemies. split shifts were crap, i wake up at 11am when i do my B shift, 930am when i do my A shift, and i won't be home till 12+mn everyday. i lost track of dates, lost track of time, practically lived the life of a zombie, with the other full time zombies. it was tough, yet it was nevertheless, the most interesting part of my internship, at least till now. as always, yours sincerely will never bother to put up a facade for such an insignificant figure (i.e. da queen), who is still that mere floor captain who speaks english, like greek. e.g. one who plays the piano - pianist. according to her, it's PIANONIST. applause* and her bf, the SOUS chef (when you translate in directly into french, it simply means UNDER chef) anihows, according to him, the duck terrine has to be served fast, because IT WILL MELTED. how do you expect me to prevent the degradation of my already-poor-level of english when you work with idiots like this?!

life turned for the better when i moved into the fnb office on the 3rd of Jan. supposedly better life, with a five day work week, attend meetings, briefings everyday. and this began to bore me quite a bit. i fell asleep during meetings, blah blah blah. most managers were really nice to co-operate with me with regards to my projects. saturdays became my working day again, since most managers weren't free to meet me on weekdays, then my boss wants to see me on saturdays as well, so it simply means, another working day AGAIN. when i'm finally on the way of completion, boss dropped me a bomb yesterday. a proposal to be done, to begin at 10am and to be submitted by the end of the day, because it goes up up and up to the area GM. the only thing i know is that i'm alive and kicking and happy after i got my new fone yesterday night and i thought that everything would be nice and pretty today, then boss wanted to see me at 11am. he wants another appendix and that was to be completed in 9 minutes. okie, the routine begins again. explained the proposal, he met the GM, happy happy, with only a foreword to do, and im over and done with the proposal, for now. GAWD. i wonder what is happening to my very sad life. another meeting to attend this afternoon, which is 1hour 38minutes away from now, and i haven't had my lunch.

ohhh before i continue, i would like to digress and mention about the significant weight loss and weight gain. weight loss during my 3 weeks in LBSH, dropped my clothes size by 1 or 2. now i guess, i should be back on track to my usual clothes size, but im still kinda able to squeeze into those smaller sized clothes. thank gawd i bought loads of clothes during that time, so by hook or by crook, im staying in those clothes.

yes, coming back to my current life, triste triste triste. aniways, aniwaes, anyways, i'm over him, and i'm into someone new. this is much worse, much older, much more useless. when i bitch about the queen and her bf, i think i'm condemning him a million times more than that. his english is, poof* not a tad more than that of a toddler who just learnt how to say papa mama. career? forget it la huh. still that pathetic one who chops veg for that asshole sous chef. he's already in mid twenties, so that's about it la.

ANYWAYSSSSSS, that's all for today ya peeps. this entry took me quite a few hours, realising that i've been stepping in and out of the office.

Charmaine.@2:30 PM
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