being a underworked, overpaid intern at tanjong pagar has turned me into the typical singaporean office worker -- one who squeezes onto the MRT every morning during peak hour, followed by being cocooned at her desk till lunch time, then an hour's lunch where we chit chat and be surrounded by kopi tiam smokers, then more work and sometimes OT, then it's peak hour transport again.
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note to self: do not look for jobs at tanjong pagar or raffles place or city hall. best be a work-at-home employee.
the only highlight would be catching friendly friendly people from CNBC on the 6th floor... they smile and smile like nobody's business. haha.
i hate being on the train every morning. people don't understand the concept of space. when the train reaches a station, everyone gushes in and crowds you as much as possible. hello, is the train that packed in the first place? no need to stand so close right?
worst case scenario: guys who think they're good-looking always swagger in, thinking they look so bona fide cool in their shades and overpowering colonge. they then plaster themselves to you, thinking "i'm a stud anyways, check me out baby."
check out my ass instead, brudder.
if i had some tai tai-esque wealth, i say, give me a cab anyday!
i miss school. we all miss school. unless you've become some super intern doing campaign planning for that hotshot company you're posted to, chances are you're probably bored to death in that god-forsaken cubicle.
on my second day where i had absolutely no agenda i decided to email rajan (yes, during office hours) to say hi and ask some questions. rajan replied by lunchtime. he's not a busy lecturer, apparently. haha. i reckon the combination of nerve-wrecking boredom and school-sickness got the better of me, when rajan said he "misses us" i couldn't help but tear. i don't know. must have been that photo montage and dinner and everything during the past week. sigh.
photos have this effect on me. i look at secondary school shots and i just burst out laughing hilariously, or i look at baby photos and i smile to myself. funny, i look at poly pictures and i want to cry. isn't that weird?
press play, rewind, play, rewind.
note to self: do not look for jobs at tanjong pagar or raffles place or city hall. best be a work-at-home employee.
the only highlight would be catching friendly friendly people from CNBC on the 6th floor... they smile and smile like nobody's business. haha.
i hate being on the train every morning. people don't understand the concept of space. when the train reaches a station, everyone gushes in and crowds you as much as possible. hello, is the train that packed in the first place? no need to stand so close right?
worst case scenario: guys who think they're good-looking always swagger in, thinking they look so bona fide cool in their shades and overpowering colonge. they then plaster themselves to you, thinking "i'm a stud anyways, check me out baby."
check out my ass instead, brudder.
if i had some tai tai-esque wealth, i say, give me a cab anyday!
i miss school. we all miss school. unless you've become some super intern doing campaign planning for that hotshot company you're posted to, chances are you're probably bored to death in that god-forsaken cubicle.
on my second day where i had absolutely no agenda i decided to email rajan (yes, during office hours) to say hi and ask some questions. rajan replied by lunchtime. he's not a busy lecturer, apparently. haha. i reckon the combination of nerve-wrecking boredom and school-sickness got the better of me, when rajan said he "misses us" i couldn't help but tear. i don't know. must have been that photo montage and dinner and everything during the past week. sigh.
photos have this effect on me. i look at secondary school shots and i just burst out laughing hilariously, or i look at baby photos and i smile to myself. funny, i look at poly pictures and i want to cry. isn't that weird?
Don't say too soon. Skarli later they pile you with work until you buay tahan. It happens. Coz people are all the same. Beginning, slack like nobody's business thinking they have a lot of time. Deadline...what deadline? Aiyah, far away. Then later...KAN CHIONG liaoz.
Hugz,
BOSS
i seriously wouldn't complain if i have to squeeze along with the masses to get an underworked and overpaid job.
indeed...some just dun understand the concept of "u r infringing my airspace"...by standing so close or walking into the train like a movie star. Ok...plainly i had some issues with these people. haha. :P
Ah 9
Haha...but I know you have a sister who sounds like you.
Hugz,
BOSS
yes! like a carbon copy... it's too eerie. but i guess you don't agree. funny how siblings are, i don't think i look like my sister but everyone else says we do (heaven forbid!)