I have been so busy working my ass off that I didn’t even realise that Thursday is a public holiday. (Hari Raya Haji) I was so happy once I heard the news from my sister last night. Planning to watch ‘Billa’ on Wednesday evening, but I guess that depends if we manage to get the tickets on time. It’s going to be really crowded since it’s the eve of a public holiday.

I am actually getting more pleased in my workplace as days goes by. I’m actually liking my jobscope a whole lot compared to my previous workplace. The previous one was BAD. Taking down the minutes during their weekly meeting (Where they just gather to talk 90% bullshit, and 10% work related info), running around doing errands for an asswipe, doing almost everything in my department and watching others shake their legs.

Thank god I finally found the courage to leave that workplace. Sheesh. But thinking about the bonus makes me regret at time, but what the hell. Money is nothing compared to happiness. I am so much happy here. Just that I don’t really have ‘friends’. People here are way much older then me. I actually have lunch with 5 ladies who are old enough to be called ‘aunties’. So I don’t actually have much to talk about. We just sit and have our lunch very quietly. A very different atmosphere compared to my previous workplace. There, I had so many good friends who I used to have lunch with. We used to crap so much, talking about all sorts of nonsense in the world. Before they all decided to resign, that is.

I want to get a new phone. My phone is going gila and it’s driving me crazy. It’s not I want to get a new phone actually. It’s I need to get a new phone. “Withheld” calls and shown as “Bwitheal” and the Menu has it’s words confused in a very strange way. “Games” is read as “Lames”. Sometimes it’s alright. I guess my phone is getting a little unpredictable.. Like the owner. Haha. Even if I want to get a phone, it has to be one with good sound quality. So far I have noticed that only ‘Sony Ericsson’ has admirable sound quality. Haiyooooooooo.

It’s been about 2 weeks or so since I started at my new workplace. Everything seems pretty good so far. The one thing I always look forward to is lunchtime over here. We have to pay $50 per month for food which is cooked here itself. There is this Chinese aunty who does the cooking for the whole company. Her food totally rocks. I have gotten quite addicted to here vegetable soup. Lol.

My colleagues here are nice. They never think twice to share good stuff with me. But of cos, every place has a few assholes who are born just to ruin our day. Basically my job scope here is a lot of data-entry. And some invoicing.. etc. Alot of stuff to learn but it’s fun as you go along.. Not that bad as I imagined.

I have some dreams which I wish to accomplish. Hopefully I can get started next year.

My better half has been supporting me throughout, no matter what decisions I make. I feel blessed to have him in my life. I always look forward for the weekends as that’s when I can spend some time with him, due to our ‘busy’ schedules. So here I am, counting down to Saturday again.

My house had some renovations going on and my sinus almost killed me. Thank god it’s almost done. Had the toilets done.. As well as some painting.

The year is going to end very soon. Am definitely looking forward for 2009.

I got the job that I wanted. Weeeeeeee!

I was supposed to start work today, but I got food poisoning. It’s so horrible. I’m sure that wouldn’t have reflected too good on me, but I had no choice. I wasn’t faking illness. I just don’t know what did it have to happen today.

Today I came across a very strange incident in the Admiralty MRT station. Nowadays its so common to see young Indians and Malays doing volunteer services asking for donations for charity. Sometimes, I really do wonder where is this money going to. It’s not only based on their appearance, (Most of them have dyed hair and dress like ‘Ah Bengs’) but also on the way they demand for us to buy the whole booklet of coupons for $10 instead of per page which costs $2. When you’re doing volunteer services, it’s really not right to demand for money like that. Worse is when they show us nasty attitude when we insist on getting only one coupon.

Coming back to today’s incident, I was on my way to the clinic when I saw a familar group of ‘volunteers’ at the MRT station. An indian man, a chinese woman and a malay crippled man. All of them were aged about 30 or so.

As usual he approached me for the donation when suddenly the chinese woman was screaming at the top of her voice and ran towards a young Indian boy sitting at the corner. She started hitting him on his head and slapping him. The Indian man who had approached me then ran to stop the woman. He pushed her hand off screaming ‘Stop it lah, Aunty! Aunty! Enough lah!’. I was impressed on how he got himself involved to stop the poor boy from getting bullied. So I walked to the clinic and got myself registered, then sat down at a corner. There was only a glass door seperating me from the boy. He was sitting outside the door.

The indian man then started threatening the small boy. I couldn’t hear much. I was then shocked cos the boy started addressing the man as ‘Appa’ (Daddy in tamil). I was quite confused and was waiting for my turn to see the doctor. The small boy looked very helpless and was sitting very uncomfortably. Suddenly the man started shouting at the boy, and walked to the Chinese Woman and complained something about the boy to her. I could see him pointing at the small boy in anger. The woman then ran to the boy and started kicking him on the stomach. The indian man did nothing this time. He was just smiling to himself while watching the show. The small boy started crying very loudly. All of them noticed the crowd’s attention on them, and dragged the boy elsewhere.

I guess they decided on a switch of location. I really wonder how the boy ended up there. If the Indian man was the father of the small boy, he’s a heartless creature. I wonder why do these morons need kids for. Assholes.