2 old quarrelsome old folks, a sister who is my constant worry and the forever fight with finances, its not easy to be me sometimes. I am no longer as cheerful and happy as I used to be; maybe it’s a sign of old age. Life is really unpredictable. Time really flies and I am getting more and more worried by the day. Many things have move as plan but then what’s next, I really don’t know.
The old folks are becoming more and more like reminding elements, reminding me not to be like them, while mayvis is constantly reminding me to show her a good example. Maybe I think too much.
Fortunately I have got dear dear by my side. I am really thankful for it, and I really wonder how could I have missed it 6, well 7 years back. Perhaps much more could have been achieve, if I did not miss her.
Dear Dear, I really love u , very very much.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
The Rain..
The rain can be such a beautiful thing that create life, our food and aid many other things but sometime its equally upsetting too.
i am going into the 6 weeks of my internship in U*B*S, things could have been really nice, if not for my immediate supervisor, whom i have developed a mutual disliking for each other. Everyday is really a misery,my questions not answered properly or maybe given with an atitude. When i make a mistake by accident or justr one of those careless mistake, she will send an email to the whole section penalising it and quoting my emails or mistake that i have done, though they have already past. Well, i have learnt to accept the fact that my life is filled with potholes but sometimes, its way too many and it somewhat dishearten me a bit.
Luckily there is always my dear dear, who i can rely on. Despite a disappointing working week, my weekends never fail to be brighten up by my dear dear. We will go shopping, havig coffeeing and indulging ourselves in a world of our own. Sunday will kickoff with soccer with my sometimes irritating, sometimes disappointing, lovely once in a while, and hilarious most of the time, cockanathan soccer brothers, where we talk cock, play soccer and sometimes watching people quarrel during the match.
All things are beautiful on Sunday... but...
IT RAINED YESTERDAY
and i did not get to play soccer ... sob sob. . .
i am going into the 6 weeks of my internship in U*B*S, things could have been really nice, if not for my immediate supervisor, whom i have developed a mutual disliking for each other. Everyday is really a misery,my questions not answered properly or maybe given with an atitude. When i make a mistake by accident or justr one of those careless mistake, she will send an email to the whole section penalising it and quoting my emails or mistake that i have done, though they have already past. Well, i have learnt to accept the fact that my life is filled with potholes but sometimes, its way too many and it somewhat dishearten me a bit.
Luckily there is always my dear dear, who i can rely on. Despite a disappointing working week, my weekends never fail to be brighten up by my dear dear. We will go shopping, havig coffeeing and indulging ourselves in a world of our own. Sunday will kickoff with soccer with my sometimes irritating, sometimes disappointing, lovely once in a while, and hilarious most of the time, cockanathan soccer brothers, where we talk cock, play soccer and sometimes watching people quarrel during the match.
All things are beautiful on Sunday... but...
IT RAINED YESTERDAY
and i did not get to play soccer ... sob sob. . .
Monday, May 15, 2006
Depress
Months pass by since I last blogged. Exams came and went, leaving me with heart breaking results. I expect my grades to be colourful with at least a couple of As, but well it is really disappointing.
Internship started at U*B*S, I am working in the Ops department, which is pretty boring. What I did was very very boring. Routine procedural work, and worse of all some thing can be so difficult to understand when the person teaching wasn’t very sure himself. It seems like I have been ending up in the wrong place, a couple of times.
First its B*L*U*R*T!, where conglomerates are formed that ousted anyone who don think in the same fashion, then its internship where, my section are made up people who are friends of friends, or boyfriend and girlfriend of someone. The worst part was there is differential in treatment. What to say, I guess that is just life.
As a result, I am casting doubts on everything, whether whatever that started right from the very very beginning was right! I am just too tired and demotivated with life sometimes. The going only gets tougher. When will I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Bear with me, I am feeling very FUCKED UP.
Even some simple recreational football that me and my friends have every Sunday, have to be spoilt. My dear friend, Ray, throw tantrums towards the end of the game. The reason being, “Maideen is not passing me the ball”. He walked off saying that he don’t want to play. I really don’t want to be rude, but then it’s a really small thing. That attitude is really too petty for a guy and that’s not the first time. I don’t think I have misunderstood you for the past few months or years. I dare to say that I know you best amongst all of our friends.
You know I really enjoy the football every Sunday, its like a part of me, and when things like that happened, I am really upset. I really hope to see a positive change in my life, my friends, work and a touble-free dear dear.
Internship started at U*B*S, I am working in the Ops department, which is pretty boring. What I did was very very boring. Routine procedural work, and worse of all some thing can be so difficult to understand when the person teaching wasn’t very sure himself. It seems like I have been ending up in the wrong place, a couple of times.
First its B*L*U*R*T!, where conglomerates are formed that ousted anyone who don think in the same fashion, then its internship where, my section are made up people who are friends of friends, or boyfriend and girlfriend of someone. The worst part was there is differential in treatment. What to say, I guess that is just life.
As a result, I am casting doubts on everything, whether whatever that started right from the very very beginning was right! I am just too tired and demotivated with life sometimes. The going only gets tougher. When will I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Bear with me, I am feeling very FUCKED UP.
Even some simple recreational football that me and my friends have every Sunday, have to be spoilt. My dear friend, Ray, throw tantrums towards the end of the game. The reason being, “Maideen is not passing me the ball”. He walked off saying that he don’t want to play. I really don’t want to be rude, but then it’s a really small thing. That attitude is really too petty for a guy and that’s not the first time. I don’t think I have misunderstood you for the past few months or years. I dare to say that I know you best amongst all of our friends.
You know I really enjoy the football every Sunday, its like a part of me, and when things like that happened, I am really upset. I really hope to see a positive change in my life, my friends, work and a touble-free dear dear.
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