events

Lovely day it turned out to be. Philo and Hiddy know why I hate work and its office politics even more after an eventful Tuesday evening which left me with a terrible headache. Started the day crying (a new day begins anytime past 12am..) My man made me feel better somehow by listening with empathy and being "so man.." when he wants to protect me. ( laughs and continues to type..) Tears flowed freely and I still want to talk while sobbing.


Note to boyfriend: Headed to work still after considering to take sick leave. Swollen eyes and an unhappy Yann do not require medical attention.


I saw her, that co-worker who contributed to a major reasoning of why I broke down. I talked to my manager and requested that he allows me to solve issues professionally. I do not need to give us further chances. I had enough of tolerating nonsense. Colleagues often advise me not to bother about her ill and unforgiving words. I appreciate their well intentions. I imagined she is not around despite her loud grumblings about me being hypocritical and taking advantage of others. She even suspected I am not schooling because it's term break. I listened in disbelief and frowns. I went through critical thinking before dealing with this eccentric.Thank God things turned out well.


The rest of the day i was smiling happily and got five compliments on my hair. One compared how much she prefers this hairdo to the braids. Oh come on... I was 21! She remembered vividly as if it was the previous season fashion. Two customers asked if the curls are real which gave Sid, seated next to me having the opportunity to pull my hair twice! I seriously think they meant to ask if they are natural..I am not doing some hair fall commercial, Sid!

Went shopping to de-stress. I am happy with the steals. (Don't we always feel so good about retail therapy..and yet comfort ourselves by believing we'd great finds?...)

Now that I have found some inner peace, time to study for my tomorrow's test. Something tells me that I will feel the pressure of not knowing where to start in the next five minutes and then after, sleepiness takes over =P

detached rhythm

Two blind pools of umber were entranced by the screen in front of the figure. She, the figure, blankly stared at the screen as her fingers moved with a detatched rhythm. Effortless.

I am back with the four-letter word i used to frequent. The days i took to erase traces of every written evidence seem wasted. BLOG was my outlet to unleash my madness of the broken-hearted. Hundreds of my entries were emotionally updated. 'na ge nan ren' was the infamous.

Why start to blog again? Keep track of my thoughts and make sense out of the scribbles without rhythm? Perhaps...

Came into class late with my two partners in crime who waited for me. Which means I came in later this time around. I occupied my morning with three Econs analysis' cosmetic touch-ups. Just when i thought the madness of rushing the portfolio is over, we were given a surprise test! Nice one, Lily. Test or no test, i'd care less about the mental stress the word brings!? Just a quiz on market structure which Hiddy and I did together. We agreed we should study intensively for our exams coming right up. I find the relationship with knowledge best.

We went out after tutorials. An elderly slipped as we walked past him. We offered to help him up. I watched him reach out for something. His glasses? Walking stick? Something else? My eyes darted to a burning cigarette on the floor. Nevermind the pain having that fall. So long he has his narcotine fix. Now that is something to show priorities.I have my analytical views on the stranger who is probably thrice my age. My conclusion? He is a die-hard smoker who is in pain only now..