“It's all about you.”

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As you walked away, shouting might have been the answer.

But what if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to part?

The more you long for something, the less likely you are to getting what you want.

Conversely, the more you try to shun away from something, nature has its own way of making sure that what you are running from finds you.

Dammit.

The Ham and Cheese bun, is the ham chicken or pork?

That's Mr Potato, right? What does it contain?

Is garlic spicy?

What's the difference between curry chicken and spicy chicken?

Reheat this, please. Shouldn't the bread be warm?

Hey there, my wife and I are vegetarian and we are looking for something that doesn't contain meat or egg. What's that? All your breads contain egg? That isn't fair for the vegetarians! *gives face*

Any bread here that contains char siew? Otah? Ikan bilis? No? *mutters under breath*

You either love this or hate this.

Me? Well, I get this everyday.

And please, woman, it's not the company's fault for showing concern to our Muslim and Hindu counterparts, so stop complaining about the lack of meat options in our store just because you enjoy char siew, otah and ikan bilis.

It occurred to me that I haven't actually used iTunes ever since my iPod Kristin moved on, and so I did, moments ago. Really surprised to see all the names of my favourite tracks again, and still similarly surprised over how emotional they all sound.

I so haven't kept in touch with my feelings for a while now. A break, cruel world?

I begin to see similarities in all the places that I frequent when at work.

My workplace is in the corner of a row of shops, the last one before a space appears and the next row of shops begin.

The storeroom to place our bags and all our nonsense is at the far corner of the shop.

My favourite banmian stall at Raffles City food court happens to be at the east corner of the area.

My second favourite stall that sells teppanyaki is at the other corner of the court.

Washrooms, without mention, are at the same corner of every floor in Raffles City.

If I need a quick bite or drink, I head to McDonalds, which is in the corner of Raffles City, closest to the MRT station.

When I go home from work, I'm forced to one corner of the MRT because the middle carriages will always be chock full.

When I reach my block, I use the lift at the far corner of the block, because my home happens to be at the corner as well.

What a life.

I. Will. Be. The. Answer.

So stop boxing yourself in and give them hell before they do, SC.

And now I look like Lu Guang Zhong, the Taiwanese Vitas. Zzz.

Is balance the same as equality?

Is equality the same as versatility?

Is versatility the same as balance?

Sometimes, your heart just screams over subtle things like these.

And here I was bitching about the shittiest things that happened in work over the last 2 days on Blogger until I thought that it might be a little offensive.

And so I saved that post as a draft. Talk about free speech in Singapore.



Indeed, please do, for the night has been unkind.

This feeling, it probably wouldn't let go of me, would it?

So much for trying. I'm tired, to say the least.

Second day in a row, going home and overshooting my station. I swear I'm becoming obsessed with books.

My mum officially ends any form of financial help given to me from now, even for that $10 haircut she told me to get cos' the hair on my head apparently irritated her.

Finally got my first pay from last month's work today and finally learnt how to use the frickin' ATM. Don't laugh, it's not my fault that I had to stash my cash away in a pot at home during the school days. Great tactic to save money, if you ask me.

It's hard to cope with life now that you have a brush with adult life: food, transport, working hours, etc. Absolutely can't find any time or space nowadays to actually slow down and do what you enjoy doing. The hefty monetary costs that come with these factors aren't helping things either. Thankfully I don't happen to have any weird obsessions for material items that tend to plague one's financial health. ):

Getting a bit stressed recently, I dunno why. Probably the fear of having to balance your life around your spending power, as well as getting hounded by your parents to start paying them back what I took from them for the past years. What am I supposed to feel? Annoyed? Guilty? Sad? Depressed?

Oh well, 1 more month till the big bucks start rolling in again. Meanwhile, knuckle down and work hard, dammit.

So little time to learn about things we don't know.

I don't remember being this bad at phone conversations last time.

Sorry boss, I don't know what happened to me. Hurhur.



More events await us this new year.