it's fridayyyy! *jumps for joy*
and it's going to be mahjong day tmr :D
it has became an every saturday thing.
i'm not addicted, i think. and you guys better not too! esp jerome and chris. haha

okay, i'm here to whine about adults.
currently, i'm irritated by how they push one small salary slip of mine from one person of a building to another person of the next building and back to another person of my building. isn't it just a simple thing to claim the money? now my supervisor warned me to let my head supervisor to sign for my feb's slip instead, and i bet she will ask me to pass it back to my supervisor. what do you treat me as? this is one problem when i have so many supervisors. i have one more HR manager. sigh, and she asked me if i wanna continue my contract. shocking that they still want me though there's practically no work for me to do here. no wonder singtel is suffering a loss.

and since i'm bored, i shall start my toilet bowl story(:
i've realised that adults or maybe women (45 and above) prefers to use the squat cubicle than the sitting one. just nice as i was wondering why, i overheard a woman saying in chinese, 'i don't want to use that, i don't like to sit and pee, feel uncomfortable.' like huh?! i do wonder how her home toilet is like. no toilet bowl? i always thought that squatting is so tiring! and how do you even squat long to shit! bet my legs will cramp or i'll fall into the hole. maybe that's why out of 3 cubicles, 2 are those squat ones. so the sitting one seems as though it's for my usage only. but i suspect there's this particular woman who keeps lifting up the toilet bowl cover, while i'll put down the cover. so each time we go, the cover will be up and down. and i'll know when she uses the toilet. i personally find this irritating like 'stop lifting the damn cover!'. there's this once which is worse. i saw footprints on my toilet bowl! old women shouldn't do such dangerous stunts by squatting on the toilet bowl. you can actually use the squat cubicle instead? even i don't dare to do that. my feet will end up inside or something. haha, oh! and i love hiding in the toilet. not really hiding, but sitting long on the toilet bowl. then i'll get to hear lots of juicy backstabbing gossips :D horrible women. looking at them, i really do not wish to grow up, and become aunty. eee!

and i must emphasize that i'm getting very very frustrated, irritated, and lacking of patience towards my supervisor. he nags at me as if he's my father, and worse than my father! not that my father ever did, except for bowling. first was about how i shouldn't club and drink and stay overnight at singapore river, second about how it's time for me to cut my fringe, third about how my using of com to listen music will reduce his bandwidth and slow down his com speed, fourth about how i shouldn't have a blog and tell the whole world what i do, fifth about how i should eat vege and if he's my father, he will dump me with brocoli. super irritating! and what do i reply him? 'THANK GOD YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!' all of the sudden, i'm so thankful to have my father, and how nice he is as my father :D and and, he always repeats his stories starting from the first day he worked for singtel till today, and all his old man bitchy stories. i see this huge big age gap between us. ahhh let 2 more weeks come faster and get me out of this place!

boredom at work.
1.5 more hours.. *waits*