I went to work the way I always should this morning.

Walk to MRT, take train to Queenstown/Commonwealth, change to bus, cross the road, pass the tunnel, cut through building A, before arriving at building B.

I was late, but it was a quiet morning on the roads, just the way I liked it.

Mum fell sick, and had yet another bout of tummy upset, woke up early and asked me to help her to find medication.

I couldn’t find any.

Baby was up early, and she leaned against me, cheek-to-cheek, as I squatted down next to her.

She is an understanding chick now. She waved to me and gave me a kiss just as I headed out of the door, instead of bursting into tears like how she would, in the past.

***

The trip to the doctor’s yesterday.

When I took this picture, he asked what was I taking.

And then he said, “Why don’t take me? Take me lah.”

I think I was so random that he was taken aback.

Yet when I took his picture, he became camera shy. Or maybe he was just showing me the ring on his finger.

Oh well.

And when he tried to tell me to buy the supplements, I asked him how much. And I turned it down flatly. “Money wise huh,” he said. Frugal, baby, frugal, or you can call me cheapskate too.

***

On Wednesday, I had lunch with the colleagues at IKEA.

And this will be one of the things I miss. IKEA lunches.

The afternoon was great, cos I bumped into Jiali, my loveliest buddy whom I haven’t seen… since… since.. since…. I don’t know.

It was great seeing you again, babe

***

Oh, and my farewell lunch at Vivocity yesterday.

Obviously, I stayed away from the 1-For-1.

It was just a small luncheon with May, Audrey and my 2 bosses.

The food was pretty good And it went pretty well with my queasy tummy.

And… my farewell gift. Hahaha.

A cough, 512MB Palachan MP3 player.

Nevertheless, it is an absolute cutie

Palachan! Today we have a new Palachan in the office!

And I think I can call it Balachan(giggles).

I naming it after my nickname, okay?

***

Though Monday is my last day, my table is still in a state of frenzy, as if I have no intention to leave at all.

Basically the sphere of influence goes all the way to the other side of the table, into the cabinets, and under my desk.

I have been asked by so many colleagues, “ARE YOU REALLY LEAVING?” with my very “busy” desk, and I dread of the day I have to pack everything. I might need a van.

And I always thought I am a pretty stream-lined person.

***

Lunch was at….

And of course, we would go there for ….

Which is totally wrong……. because, I got food poisoning, remember?

I didn’t even manage to finish my food.

And you know what is the most horrifying thing of all?

No biscuits!!!

And to think my colleagues were saying they were thinking of giving me 10 biscuits as farewell gift, which I excitedly say I wouldn’t mind receiving.

My disappointment was a loud, audible, “HUH!!!!” when I saw the sign, and I swear I sulked pretty badly.

I am PMSsy, and that makes me an incredible sulk when my cravings are not met.

They decided to give in to my demand of having Muthu’s curry(wahahahaha) for farewell dinner tonight, but I think think think, feel feel feel.. I think I will have bunk in the bathroom for the night if I make such an unwise decision.

***

Okay. I just squealed in the office again.

Because the phone this time fell to a very sensitive spot when I listening to radio, to the point I jumped in my seat, and tried to unplugged my earphone from it when the messaged came in with a buzz.

Brrr… brrrr…..

I fumbled, and I accidentally dialed back.

Now I very smart, I place the phone on the table. And it just buzzed without any incidents.

My colleagues were wondering why I giggled until like that.

But it didn’t brr brr long enough.

***

Anyway.

Other random pictures.

I saw these shoes while buying my knee band the other day.

So absolutely cute can??!

The one in the middle is from Adidas, the the right is from Nike. Sooo cute, I tell you. I went ga-ga over them.

And I think the sure sign that I am PMS-sy. I saw a pictorial book of first 2 years of babies.

I saw the first couple of pages, I needed to compose myself in Borders before I start to tear.

Like seriously! Got more emo or not? Then as I continued on, I realise it will be just another 3 months before Minibean is 2, and it will be yet another phase of her life.

I read through the book, and I realised how fast she had passed each phase, braving on intrepidly, and became the pretty princess of the family on her way to conquer the world.

***

So.

The swim on Monday evening

My wifey’s feet, and mine

My tummy is still churning and aching from yesterday.

When I called home, Mum said that she and the maid both went to see a doctor earlier, cos they were both down with food poisoning. Well, now, make that 3 of us.

Like seriously???!!!!!

AGAIN? What did they do this time?! Don’t tell me it is a case of recycled oil again?

Suddenly homecooked food instilled such intense fear in me. My home is not my safe haven anymore.

To the point that I seriously contemplating of taking over the cooking responsibilities.

You see, no one can complain of me poisoning them, since, they are already doing so to me anyway.

My desktop miraculously came alive when I returned with Minibean today(she has such a nice tan now).

Yet, MSN still is going through its rebellious stage, and refused to cooperate. Thus, I am left with little else to do, but to surf news, surf online shops, read/refresh blogs, facebooking, and…. blog(however, I am feeling extreme laziness, and I refuse to upload the pictures of my doctor, who made my blush a little today, from my camera).

So. Another bad news.

The television in my room, has officially gone on strike.

It should have retired honourably long, long ago, yet my cheapskateness frugal-ness had made its $150 price tag (10 years ago) stretched to its max.

And this month, I am only working for half a month. And this month, I have already overspent. And this month, I was planning to get myself a new notebook.

Now, I am thinking of the most treacherous betrayal….

… Selling the notebook that tide my through my loneliness last night, and had travelled across the continents with me to Moscow, so it could fund my new lust.

Then again, my new company has told me they would provide me with a notebook and it will not be essential for me to get one, so….

… now I am thinking should I sell it to fund my TV.

I am now guilt-ridden, like a cheating lover.

But, with my untrustworthy HP desktop, it is hard not to have some form of backup.

Dilemma, dilemma, dilemma. Indecisiveness, indecisiveness. Tsk!

No TV, no rockband. No TV, no SCV. No TV… no wii. HUH! How can? And all these factors are seriously tempting me to get something wide(yes, baby, size matters), something flat(like how tummies should be), something that mounts….

Can someone remind me to be frugal?!

I am more annoyed than devastated(only because I still have some part of internet going on for me). What’s going be next? My phone?

CHOI!

Sigh.

Oh well, at least things are going on pretty alright for today, and I pretty much got everything I needed to do, done.

I even got my eyes checked(But doctor said I look good in glasses too. Cough). My knee too(X-ray prescribed. The radiologist better be cute). I flashed the doctor too(Having a doctor twisting you leg and moving your joint in a short skirt while lying down, is an art).

So basically, I am having Rheumatic Disorder. At the grand, old, age of… 24(assuming this pain started waaaayyy back then). The doctor laughed when he asked me how old I am, and I was tempted to ask him if I look 80.

I was told to take pain killer before I exercise next time.

Like seriously?

Does that mean if I were to exercise everyday, I will have to pop pills everyday?

Okay, I think I have found the perfect reason not to exercise.

And the next time, I don’t need a doctor, cos I know exactly what I would be given - a walking cane.

Did I mention I am having tummy upset, like, again?

I think I have been waaaaaay too negatives in these posts, so in a total twist of tone, I shall happily announce……

…. I am broke!

But I am excited.

My online shopping should be reaching me tomorrow, and I have new orders for some other stuff too.

Scarily, I have been buying nothing but dresses. And I am surprised that I still have a girly side(!).

The damage done is too huge, and I told myself I have done enough shopping for the next half year. Or when the urge comes again, I will just think I am shopping for what I had missed out for the past half a year.

You see, at least clothes don’t break down on you.

Though they better not turn up with faulty zips, holes here and there, and heaven forbids, too small for me.

I think I might have severely underestimated my size.

I think my not-so-good luck is not applicable to only Tuesday.

My Wednesday was one where I had insatiable urges to barf, and yet I had to withhold within.

My work MSN didn’t work. So I was feeling incredibly isolated from the rest of the world.

I thought it would be better.

I joined Effy and Yv at Tiong Bahru, but since I would be heading home for dinner, I decided not to join them for dinner but to get treatment for my hair.

While my head was tucked under some weird machine, a loud “thud” was heard, and I saw a spark in the reflection of the mirror.

Because I was so tired, and so used to how everything that could go wrong, goes wrong, I just sat there, unruffled, unperturbed, expressionless, while some others had jumped up in shock or just… thought something had exploded.

I sat there patiently while they tried to sort it out, wondering if my brains might be fried, and not doing anything about it.

We headed home to play mahjong with my mum, and when it ended, I realised my internet connection died on me.

I have no idea what’s wrong with it, and it is still not settled after an hour’s of SOS call to Singnet. All I know that I felt faint, pukish, and the blood sept away from my face when I realised my modem is connected well, but I could not surf, nor could I connect my MSN.

The technical help ran me through almost everything and anything, and then you know what happened?

He said he had to call me back, cos his computer on THAT side suddenly crashed on him.

Like SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!!!!!

Got this jinxed or not?

And then, he told me he couldn’t help me cos there shouldn’t be anything wrong.

And he asked me if there is anyone at home with is IT savvy to help me.

Hmmm.. I told him sweetly that if there is, I wouldn’t be calling him with tears in my eyes, feeling so absolutely helpless.

Can anyone tell me what’s wrong with my desktop??

I ended up sitting on my living room floor, stealing wireless from my neighbour just to be online for 5, mere minutes on the notebook.

I know, I know, I am THAT desperate that I need to feel connected to the rest of the world before I concluded my night.

***

And someone told me I am a thief in many other aspects. I demand an illustration to this assassination of character. Tsk tsk.

I came to work today and asked my colleague, “Sigh, do you know of any IT savvy people who can tell me what’s wrong with my desktop?!”

I was given a duh-stare. Well, I am in an IT company with the servicing lane just next to mine.

I called out to David, and asked, “Hellooo handsome, do you want to drop by my house tonight?”

He laughed, and he didn’t agree. So my problem is still not solved!!!

***

I went for farewell lunch earlier today.

And I got an MP3 player as my farewell gift, and I kinda asked why it wasn’t a notebook instead. Giggle.

But still, I was genuinely surprised to have a gift even.

I came back with tummyache.

And now, I am going to the clinic.

Like, seriously…..

And I think of the horror that I would head home without internet connection.

But there sure is something for me to look forward to, tonight.

And that is, having baby back in my arms! Yay!

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I feel like a block of wood today.

I am seriously, like, in a daze. I sent emails, and I awe myself for making perfect sense, even though I probably can’t remember what I wrote.

It was an amazing Monday. It dragged through plenty of drowsiness for me to survive the day, and the 2 hours of sleep seemed suffice enough for me to pull through the day till 3am.

3am! No joke!

Seriously, I think I have problems sleeping these days, I have no idea what it is

And I am going to invest on my health soon. Which means, get my badly screwed eyes checked(still no contact lenses for me, I look like a complete dork!), get my cervical cancer vaccine(and oh and finally go get my pap smear done.. it has been…. 4 years too late), and finally get into the momentum of exercising.

A colleague asked me if I would want to take part in a basketball game yesterday(with glasses, and yes, 2 hours of sleep), and I was interested!

However it didn’t take place, yet I felt like doing something for the evening.

Which eventually ended up as a nice, relaxing swim in the pool with my Effy wifey.

We need to get goggles if we want to become the next Phelps, cos we didn’t manage to swim as many laps as we would want to.

It was such a nice evening swim, and we headed back to my place and rocked to Rock Band. My whammy is back in working condition!

As she left, it broke into a storm, and a perfect, cozy night to be tucked snugly under my duvet.

And then I was added into an MSN chat with 5 other chaps, whom I already know for at least 15 years. I feel like an old hag, seriously.

And I believe I have to train up my alcohol tolerance should I want to survive this December.

***
I really have to break this annoying, bad habit of mine. Like, seriously.

***

I can’t believe this morning’s key issue I have to handle - I buy mooncakes, or they buy mooncakes.

Like, seriously?

I am royally pissed, and impossibly puzzled, that I got a scolding from the distributor company for not buying mooncakes on their behalf and delivering them to their customers.

“It’s this Friday, and they kept asking me why we never give, it doesn’t look good, you know?”

Uhm… I no like mooncakes anymore

And oh, I am not so blank anymore. Hehe.

I reached work exceptionally early today.

It was only slightly after 8 when I switched my work station on. However, my mind is still not switched on yet!

I was on MSN till almost 5 yesterday, and Dad had woke me up early so we would beat the morning traffic.

So essentially, I have only 2 hours of sleep before I dragged myself out of bed.

Miraculously, I did so without much struggle, and I was amazed how sober I felt.

Alas, now.. I could feel my life slowly ebbing away… and my world is starting to get a little blurry, my steps getting a little clumsy. All in all, I feel a little high. The boxes at my tables are slowly morphing into inviting pillows.

The reason of all these self-inflicted torture?

My new found love interest that kept me up till the late hours.

What can I say? Online shopping is soooooooo addictive(I hope my vpost package will arrive this week, and I could curb the urge to shop from Bebe.com). I told Lynn I will whore her clothes once I receive some of the stuff I order from her.

So in the mean time, you ladies could check out her spree site!

The Purple Hippo Closet!

And she is so generous with her help, so props to her for being so absolutely fantabulous. Knowing this chick, and working with her for a few times, she is one of the nicest babe around. And we all know how important it is to buy stuff from people you trust, and I can say I found the person!

I saw something I liked, and I asked her to help, and she even told me she would help me to find. And the pricing is much lower than some of the spree sites I saw.

Isn’t she absolutely lovely?! Where to find? Where to find?!

I am becoming so girly that I cannot stand myself.

I need to get in touch the masculine side of me again. Hahaha.

***

7 more days. And 14 more days. Every Monday from now on, should not be one that is like today.

The past week at work went by pretty fast, and a little too fast for my liking.

I seldom embrace changes the way people should, and the thought of saying goodbye weighs a little too heavily, I guess.

As the countdown begins, there are the little things I will be missing.

My designated driver on days when I couldn’t drag my sorry arse out in time(hence the stoned look), or on the nights when we have to head out for supper with Steph the lian.

Then, he said I was overly emo for the past 3 weeks, especially when we talk about my plans after leaving the company.

And that was the last morning(29th August) he sent me to work, as he is now training in Thailand. By the time he comes back from reservist, I will no longer be his colleague(which was what I said to him when he messaged me just before he flew off).

Things are not the same without someone in the office for me to bully, you know? Heh.

And because of you… I almost forgot how horrible, terrible MRT can be,

And because of you… I almost forgot bus is a greater evil than the MRT.

***

And the luncheons with May and Audrey.

We had lunch with another company on Tuesday at House at Dempsey.

The starter which I didn’t even manage to finish.

The truffle fries, which is fabulous, and the drink I doubt I would try again.

Sitting right in the centre of the table, was the reason why we met.

The view from House.

***

And then, the dinners.

Just before Daniel left for Thailand, he picked Steph and me up from work so we could have dinner together. It was a night where mahjong should take place, and my cooking would take centrestage, but it didn’t happen. Nonetheless, it was beneficial to Daniel.

He just wanted the attention and company of 2 babes.

He suggested Turf Club, and it was a wise, good choice.

Many many seafood!

My skin crawled at the sight of the white eels.

The restaurant where Daniel(in white) walked in, and asked for table for 2, and conveniently forgotten about me. I think we know whose fan the owner is.

They serve great food, and the price is very reasonable, for I think on weekdays, the crabs are on half price.

I love the pepper crab! These 2 dishes, cost us only $30 bucks.

We ordered other stuff, and the entire dinner costs $88 for 3 of us.

The lovely duo even accompanied me to do some supermarket shopping, and gasped at the fact that a tin of milk powder costs $58.

We sent Steph all the way to Yishun, and the journey was littered with laughter and plenty of gossips.

I will miss you guys

***

Friday was a day of waiting.. and waiting.

Isetan Scotts.

Shiseido is having a roadshow and simply purchase $68 of their products, and you are entitled to get a makeover.

Jiaqi, our pretty model.

The display.

Upload your pictures, and you stand a chance to win attractive prizes!

Jiaqi posing with the notebook.

She will be at Isetan Scotts’ roadshow (at ground floor), until 11th September. Make your way down and take part!

Lido.

I was asking my new colleague, Ice(Yee-sey) where she wants to go for lunch.

She started doing the annoying thing I cannot stand.

“Er… I don’t know, you decide.”

And she had to endure a tirade from me….

“Why ask me to decide? You know, I am the most fickle person around, and I only date guys who will decide for me where and what to eat. And I get very annoyed when no one makes up my mind for me!”

Okay, please imagine this to be the “friendly-yet-DramaMama” tirade and not an actual tirade.

Ice is this sweet, quiet new girl, who seems a little shy. She laughs at my jokes, and she will just start laughing when I mention 2 words - Mr Bean. Don’t ask me why. I just say “Mr Bean”, and she laughs.

So basically, she just started laughing, when I “told her off”.

I asked her, “When’s your birthday?”

She answered March.

“Must be Piscean right? The kind cannot make up your mind and must have people decide for you right? You just want to be that meek little lamb for people to take charge of you right? You just want to go with the flow right? This kind of people ah! You ah! Everytime will just say don’t know, and then will drag drag drag… right? Yet when people also don’t know, you will be annoyed, right?”

She laughed, and nodded, a little embarrassed.

“You know how I know? I Piscean too. Now, die, we won’t come to a conclusion soon.”

Which was true. We dragged for another 30 minutes, before we scaled down to Pepper Lunch or Pasta Mania.

I scaled it down, and she chose Pasta Mania!

Yay!

And then I asked, “So when’s your birthday?”

“7th.”

I see. Tsk tsk.

“Yours?” she asked.

Mine? 7th.

She looked at me, and thought it was my joker self at work, and didn’t seem convince, until I had to dig out my blue IC before she’s convinced.

I am 2 years older though. And we had a nice lunch, with my favourite Carbonara and Honey Red Tea. With bubbles pearls.

***

The booboos.

Before Ice joined, we wondered who would have such a name. Apparently, she turned out to be really different from who we thought she is.

She is Indo-Chinese, and thus, the name.

We had thought… well, you know, some chick who has such a name since… secondary school, or something.

One day, the QAL(queen of ah lian) at work, made this loud comment, “HAR? Why so ah lian one?! This kind of name ah, Ice lah, Crystal lah, Chanel lah…. all damn ah lian one!”

Daniel and May were listening to QAL before they froze.

It was late in office, and the only people in the office, were the 3 of them, and a lady sitting nearby, from Logistics side.

Taken aback by the silence, and the coordinated turn towards the logistic lady… QAL’s eyes widened, and asked as she pointed, “Her name is Crystal ah…?”

The duo nodded while trying really hard not to burst out laughing.

WAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Truth is, Crystal is another sweet and down to earth lady which has no hint of lian-ness like QAL.

***

I messaged QAL that I share the same birth day as Ice.

Her reply?

“No wonder the name so ah lian……”

I laughed, and replied QAL, “Did you go ask Crystal her birthday? Maybe same as yours.”

Her reply?

“Idiot.. I wanna kill you!!!”

See, ah lian is like that one. *shudders at thought*

Aww.. QAL, I will miss you deep deep too.

***

Edited: I told QAL I blogged about her.

Zac says:
what is QAL
Scarlett Ting says:
queen of…
Zac says:
simi ah lian
Zac says:
OH
Zac says:
win
Scarlett Ting says:
wahahaha
Zac says:
anyway
Zac says:
QAL sounds pretty cool
Zac says:
hahaha
Scarlett Ting says:
……………..
Zac says:
not alot of pple can be called that
Scarlett Ting says:
only ah lians can be so proud of that
Zac says:
I feel in control of the world
Zac says:
hahahahaha

***
And of course… the wonderful people, who make the darkest days seem more bearable…

And now, the countdown, begins.

Hmm, what should I do during my 6-days break?

Minibean’s toenails have not inherited the beauty of mine, and her big toenails are often oddly shaped.

After her previous episode of painful right toe nail, her left toe nail acted up this time.

It was very ouch when I tried to cut it for her, I could even see a little wet wound, and she struggled out of my grasp.

It is a rainy day out there, and I am home with her. My peace is again interrupted by another 4 persons just as I was getting used to the solitude, but I ain’t complaining as I had wanted to see her for the longest time. Things just ain’t the same without her around.

Appetite hasn’t been the best recently(me?? Considering how I am such a big-eater!), and my weight (and boobs) has gone down.. I wouldn’t say tremendously, but also not something I would get sad about. My digestive system is a mess. I have went without food for 24 hours, and I don’t feel any pangs of hunger.

And I want my Tramadol.

So, I am home today. Plans for a swim in the evening have to be scrapped with the unhelpful weather.

My wifey and I have decided we will try to live life these days. And I am itching for a getaway.

My final day at work has been finalised, and I can’t wait to plan a little break for myself, though I am not sure if the 7 days in between will be enough to do some spontaneous, crazy thangs, that will recharge me for the grand challenge ahead.

And.. Sarah, I am not sure if you are reading this, but I am bringing Minibean to the zoo soon! (beams)

The weekend breezed by pretty swiftly. I was stuck in my duvet for most of the weekend, and I seriously can’t remember what I did.

Maybe lotsa fingers exercised. Don’t ask. And no, it’s not what you think it is.

I didn’t even realise today has passed by this fast, and it is almost time to go home. I was amazed that an old dress I didn’t wear for the longest while, has magically transformed me to be the “shu nu” of the company today.

They say I look so demure! They say I look so angelic(ok, fine, I made this one up), and most importantly, I look teacherish, and it’s Teachers’ day today! And I remember I used to go back to my primary school on teachers’ day, but I obviously missed this year’s.

My eyes seem like it might never fit another pair of lens again, and I am indeed very sad. I was encouraged to go see a specialist before I might go blind. HUH!!!

So my black-framed glasses made me look like those teachers you used to fantasize about.

During meeting today, I was playing music for my colleague. Heh.

Radiohead’s Creep.

And part of my day was moving this huge box of stuff to do manual factory work.

I ended up giggling when my colleague helping me carrying was complaining I was making strange noises(I was huffing and puffing and ouching cos he cornered me into hitting many things along the aisle. I thought I was going to break some bones), and everyone laughed. I laughed and I nearly dropped the box onto my toes.

And then, the work started.

I only managed to finish with one big box of 25 cos I didn’t want to risk break my back. The said male colleague who helped wouldn’t want to go through the trauma of hearing me breathe heavily, I think.

Of course, there was fun in the job as well, say, the past 2 weeks have been lots of mooncakes stuffing, as we try to decide which mooncakes are the best.

I think I am still a traditional mooncake kinda girl. And don’t buy Jack’s place mooncakes.

Of course, other perks including having a dinner with the Indonesian press a month ago(29th July), with my colleague sending me home thereafter. It was a nice drive, topless.

And I didn’t realise I was already looking at various escape routes back then

And of course, last week was the start of Comex, and the crowd was crazy. My fear of heights meant that I had to wait for the darn lift instead.

I tell you, you don’t laugh ok? I forgot my paper bag, thus I had to head up to 4th floor. But by then, my colleague had left. So I braved the escalator.

And by the time I got to the 3rd floor, my legs went soft and my palms were sweating too much. I decided I was too much of a wuss to head up to 4th floor.

So I waited for 20 minutes at this lift.

Until I could bear it no longer and called another staff to help me to bring it down for me at the 3rd floor. Hahaha.

It was Wisma for me on Saturday morning, where CLEO was holding their covergirl search. Girls, you should seriously check it out cos the makeover deal is awesome!

For 30 bucks of registration fee, you get a makeover, and then your cost is offset by a $30 voucher.

My manager bought us nice breakfast at coffeebean, and I went for a little walk-around before heading home.

The search will continue this weekend at Raffles City, so do drop by, and you could be the next CLEO covergirl

And that evening, Daniel picked me up to meet up with Stephanie at Casuarina Prata, and it was fabulous prata for supper!

Yum. I love my colleagues

Got home to chill…

And started my Sunday with …

I need to get my ass out of the house on weekends, I think.

I am thinking of dipping in the pool today. *Beams*

So it wasn’t quite as explosive as it was supposed to be.

Anyway, I haven’t been blogging because things have been a bit complicated these days. My present company went to great lengths in an attempt to get me to stay, and truth to be told, the carrots are absolutely tempting.

And I was surprised, definitely. Especially that of a female manager whom… isn’t that close to me, and yet had initially planned for an internal transfer so I would be under her. She expressed her shock at the knowledge of my departure, and as we seldom converse, her replies that came was somewhat unexpected….

Then again, after the happenings, hoo-has and the bidding games, I was confused. I was uncertain. I mean, I did waver. It is like being attached to someone and the familiarity makes it hard to move on.

And then, it wasn’t easy. I want things to be cordial and the split to be amicable. I don’t want my memories of this place tainted. I am a romantic like this.

Sometimes between what is right, what is wrong, what is politically correct, and what I should be doing to protect my self interests .. all these discernment, elude me.

In the process, I might have made people unhappy. I should really curb my brutal honesty. Because at the end of it, I feel like I have done a great disservice to some people for telling the absolute truth.

Confidentiality is there for a reason. Taboos are not meant to be tested. They have left too much awkwardness in between that stifled.

I guess at a point like this, there is little thing for me to do, but to leave, and start everything afresh.

The girl awaiting an answer from the management this afternoon should be giving me a big, fat treat. Cos my answer, shall be to her advantage.