yes yes yes. whenever edwina blogs, nothing good comes out. so what.

i was supposed to give out the doc files to every relationship manager. and so my supervisor brought me around as i will be doing that quite often. of course, not everyone was present at that moment. therefore, i got to give the rest awhile later. and later came. my supervisor did warn me about this particular guy. she said he is quite mean. however, he's kind to 'little' girls like me. moreover a gorgeous one :D whatever. and so that moment arrived. i innocently handed him the doc. file and all he said was," becareful." meaning not to mess his files on his table. IT MADE ME REALLY IRRITATED. MAD. PISSED. FUCKED-UP.

DAVID ANG. you ought to learn your manners from a 19 years old.

you are in no position to talk to me like that. or show your lousy attitude. i'm actually your boss daughter if you do not know. i do record how each and everyone of you treat me. and calculate your popularity. Conclusion. you SUCK. and i can forsee that you have serious metal problem. you cant live long. probably 10 more secs? serious. i'm actually wearing a lab robe or whatever you call that and glasses using a pen calculating on a piece of paper. and the result is 100% genuine. i dont lie. i got to excuse for a moment. i'm wiping David ang's blood off the screen so that i can see better. and i got to try to flush his body down the toilet bowl so that no one will suspect. the parang too.

jon wants me to blog about him. hey dude. enjoy your life in army.

well, after a week of work, i can say i'm getting used to it. thinking about it, the things i did aint tough. afterall, this is life. the people are getting nicer. and i got to know more nice people. well, a month and a week will be soon over. also, i cant blog when there's 2 eyes starring at what i'm blogging. buzz off jon. i still love you though.

i'm currently work at UOB office located at OUB centre. yes. are you wondering that they are actually 2 different company? that explains my first day of work.

first day
was a little late. and headed to UOB plaza. took a lift and found out the lift served up to level 39 only. GREAT. so, i went back down and took the right lift. went to level 45 and could not find the supposed office. so i called. and found out it should be OUB centre. THANKS. then, i hurried to OUB. the people there were very nice. the temp staffs even invited me for lunch.

second day.
was a little late as usual. took a lift. and found out there isnt any level 45 button. WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD. my day seems alright after that. until my my supervisor kept asking me to photocopy stuff for her. i felt like a dog. but that was within my job scope. so, shut up edwina.

third day
i wasnt late. maybe a little. i didnt take the wrong lift. everything seems fine! and and AND, sab lent me her MP3. time past so much faster. UNTIL. my supervisor asked me photocopy this huge stack of papers. it was as much as my intelligence. IMAGINE THAT. and i got paper cuts all over my hands. darn. that was then i became fucking irritated. i'm like her slave. asshole. just then, things got better. i got used to it and she became nicer. TILL. she spoke to me with this nice gentle tone.

"edwina, can you get us some coffee downstairs? i'll give you the money. you can buy any drinks you want too."

so am i in the position to bitch now? fuck you. that's definitely not within my jobscope. i felt obliged. like i can say no. fortunately, this nice lady interrupted.

"i don't think she is familar with the place. "
bitch, " it's okay la. just tell her the direction." HOLY COW.
nice lady, " better not. i dont think she knows the direction." thank goodness.
bitch,"edwina, you dont know the place here? then where do you usually eat?"

FIRST, why do you keep insisting on me buying your stupid coffee despite being told that i wasnt familar with the place? aren't you afraid that i might spit my holy water in it? but why should i. it would taste so much better.
SECOND, you dont 'usually' me when i've only been working for 3 days. THREE days. it counts ONE, TWO, THREE. three days arent enough to ask where do i USUALLY eat. i usually eat at home. thanks.
THIRD, DO NOT INTERROGATE ME LIKE I'M LYING THAT I AINT FAMILAR WITH THIS FUCKING PLACE. imbecile.
FOURTH, you're not pretty.

and so, they asked to deliver. and surprisingly, that bitch treated me oreo chocolate ice blended. probably she's guilty. she better be.

and on the way home in the train, as usual, those aunties LOVED to push their way through. and introducing the aunty of the aunties! the train was slowing down and i was holding on to the bar. she wanted to alight. i, who totally has no sense of balance, tried to apply what i've learnt in science and find my center of gravity, let go of my grip and allowed her to cross. she was not very big size or anything. yet, she had to push her way and made me fall. thank you very much. i was pole-less afterwhich. practically some aunties loved to lean on the poles like they own them.

THEN, in the bus. there was this group of dolts around my age. take note of the CAPS. they laughed their way throughout the journey. laughing is alright. however, laughing loud and hideously arent. they have to laugh like a hyeena. not as though i have heard a hyeena laughed. but dont everyone used that to describe horendous laughter? especially the girl. she laughed the loudest and the pitch was fucking high. i was blasting my mp3 and yet, i could still hear it. they laughed about buffalos, baboons. how funny. those motherfuckers were real irritating. if i was really in a foul mood. i'll definitely show them my holy middle fingers. just shut up and go have group sex. bitch.

and i have not even blog about my hk trip.