It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean I'm in love
tonight
20100706, 9:14 PM
A fact of life.

Everyone are busy with something within their working space.
Communication is minimal.
Not to forget to mention that the above only apply to TKT.

My desk situated by the corridor. Countless passer-by. None are my friend. May be the friendly and sweet cleaner auntie. Knows me. This girl (that's me) sitting here is god damn bored and hoping for a friend to talk to.

A place for me to walk around is toilet. The way to the toilet is like 30 steps away. May be i can count the number of steps to walk from my seat to the ladies. Stupid me. Alright. kind of side track. On the way to the ladies, I will look around. Usually, there is nothing much for me to look at. And I am back to this squarish, dull and stupid desk with my laptop.

What about lunch time? everyone must be thinking of thats the best timing to relax. half wrong half correct i would sae. I am so sian over wat to eat till I wish i can survive without consumption. This thoughts are unhealthy. I understand.

Imagine u having hawker food like every single day. From Jan till now. Worse come to worse. ur 3 meals are having outside. Totally ran out of ideas of wat to eat le. not complaining that my mother is bad. Not cooking for me. I understand she is exhausted and needs some break too. she rightfully deserve it. The problem lies on me.