A call from him made my heart beat faster, no matter how random the call is.


"You just woke up issit?"

"No. ( Im just covering half my face with the pillow to mask my trembly voce.)"

* series of complaints about how tough his paper was *

"Talking to you made me feel so much better"

"How come?"

"Because hearing your stupid voice and the stupid you talking made me feel better"

"Wa lau. (hehehehehehehehe)"


Anyway, this doesnt mean that anyone else can call me stupid okay?

People are panicking, even the guys.
Because its the interview season.

People (eg. me) are dying to get into the Big 4.
Why?
Because of the extremely low pay?
Long working hours?
Shit from clients?
Shit from partners and managers?

I no longer know I want to be an auditor.
Maybe I never knew why I want to be one. ( Because everyone else is applying to be one and I do not want to be left out?)

No one has ever said earning money is easy. I just thought its easy because all you have to do is to stretch out your hands and you'll get it.
Boo, I don want to grow up.

Perhaps I will be happier if i can just go be a secretary. Yes, my onetime childhood ambition is to be a secretary.
Salary-wise, I think theres not much difference. Working hours wise, perhaps it will be half of that of an auditor's.

Future propsects wise, since the secretary will be sitting on the boss' lap everyday, I would think that a secretary's prospects is much better than an auditor's. heh

A sudden sms from a friend.
A friend I havent met in 3 years
Sometimes it feels good that people still think of you from time to time,
like how i think of people that i havent met in years.

Perhaps turning 21 is a good way of catching up with old friends,
but i havent exactly been a very good one.
Declining birthday invitations, promising to show up and yet backing out on the day itself, being a no-show for class gatherings.

Maybe its time to get out of my shell,
it may do wonders for my current state of mind.

No one cares if i have taken my dinner =(
My bro is supposed to be home from camp today
Where is he?
My dad is supposed to be home from work
Where is he?
=(((
Maybe i should pop some more pills to soothe my growling stomach and go back to sleep

Inferiority
I never thought I am ever inferior in any aspect,
till now
I got a taste of it.

Dad tells me its okay, there are many other roads we can walk,
and he will walk down the road i selected with me.

But, maybe,
I do not deserve him, nor anyone nor anything else.

Because I do not deserve it.

I did not know that a person's worth lies in which company u can get into.
I did not know how worthless one can feel after knowing the truth.

Now, that I know,
I know I am not worth much.
Perhaps even worthless.
Because I am nothing on my own.

I have so much time on my hand that my imagination is running wild once again.

I smile at the thought at how he wanted to stand up for me when that guy took my computer and I had no computer to work on.

I smile at the thought when he clumsily spilled his teh over his pants and shirt and how I had to help him clean up.

I smile at the thought of sipping his already sipped teh alia (I know, ew)

I smile at the thought of sneaking down for illegal tea breaks

I smile at how thoughtful he is, and how he offered me digestive biscuits when i complained about how bad the food is over at the other office so that i would not go hungry.

I smile when i get free almond susu out of him just because im sad

I smile when I had to rush an assignment in the last few hours of my internsip, and had no time to eat the tiramisu he made for all of us, and he put down whatever he is rushing and did my work while i sat there and ate. He ended doing almost everything.

I smile when other colleagues think we are a couple while he was thinking of another girl.


And I smile when I think of the moments past, and that they will forever be locked in my heart.

I am missing my dad =(
to the extent that im surrounding myself with his favourite stuff, which includes this song.

Your Song
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

The end of a semester, the start of a new beginning?
Moments to treasure.
I had made a few good friends, somehow I wish that I met them earlier, it would have made my school life in NTU a little more tolerable.
But as they say, better late than never.
Friends will remain friends, and
Thank you, Friends,
for being my friends.