Wednesday, March 08, 2006
dun understand what's the matter with me. i keep doing the wrong things and saying the wrong stuff. making him
pek cek. damm. can someone explain to me the uneasy feeling i have. can someone tell me why i keep having the wrong moves. so angry with myself. what's with me. thinking too much. sleepless nights. what's more to come?
last night's dinner was alright. abit of a pinch. man. 1 1/2 slices of pizza, 1 drumlet and 1 bowl of soup. i paid $10 for that. man. but it is a once in a long time gathering with platoonmates who i spent 4 wholesome years together with. anyway, it was cheryl's birthday. got her a sunflower. spent time laughing away. walked around after that.
i detest the darn manager. i can't stand him for nuts. man. whats the fucking problem with everyone of these managers that try to change our outlet to be like theirs. ours is not so bad. stop trying to change everything. i dun like the way he is nagging kak su. i dun like the way he keeps shouting at wanzali to stop walking in circles. i dun like the way he keeps knocking down that we part-timers have to punch in earlier than our work time.i dun like the way he puts the kitchen team down by saying they are slow. i dun like him nagging at our chores done. i dun like the way he keeps saying we were the cause why ansari had to be transferred. pls stop blaming us already. maybe u got jealous by how we keep talking about ansari. how we keep sounding out that we miss him. just stop putting the blame on us. be sure before u point, geddit? just fuck off soon. for all we care.
jeslyn's comeing back today. welcome back bitch. she now seems better than this fucked up manager.
just cant help missing ansari and raudha. i dunnno why. ansari had been there most of the time period i was there at funan. i still rmbed the time when i quizzed mas constantly about how ansari will be. and he turned out to be the best manager i have ever worked with. always so much fun. always so caring. man.
i miss all of you..
pouts lippie*
3/08/2006 09:51:00 AM