the deafening silence
mehh.
Lim Kan Wei
22/04/1989
Nan Hua Secondary School
Ngee Ann Polytechnic
Enlisting on Sept 11 1130hr.

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    Tuesday, April 8, 2008 @ 1:52 PM
    reminder!

    i seriously need to remind myself to do things, otherwise i'd just bathe and sleep the moment i get home. -.-

    week five's weekly report!!!
    ..
    ...

    okay la, actually that's about it.

    i can do it now if i wanted to, but the thing is that i don't want to. =x

    laziness kills the wake. .. fine, not funny.

    things have been pretty much the same on both ends. =/

    no progress either way. essentially, nothing happened and nothing is happening.

    sigh, so bored. if this carries on, i don't really want to come to work anymore, i swear.
    things are just so stagnant. come to work, set up my laptop, secure it to the table, wait for the screen to finish flickering and pissing my ass off, surf net, go for break/lunch and resume, pack up, go home. rinse and repeat. seriously damn sian. it's better than being over at uob, but not much, seriously not much.

    i've no idea why am i feeling so irritable recently. and singapore is seriously pathetic. what's there to do or where's there to go after work on weekdays? where else is there except for town, and town and town? __ sia. what, i'm at expo, the few others are here and there, where else to go other than town. and then i've to take the train and some tard will just jump cos he felt like wasting the XX years of his life, and the few hours of everyone elses' time. thanks to that, the bloody mrt drivers are driving like snails now. good job arh. to make yourself get cursed and sweared at even when you're dead.

    and being a guy sometimes pisses me till no end. if you're a guy, you're obliged to take the initiative, to know what to do, to know what to say, to know what the fuck. seriously damn sick of it. sometimes i take the initiatives, but there will not be any reply at the other end, so what can i do other than to try again? and again and again? and yet nothing will ever happen if i were to sit back and be passive.

    forget it man, i really don't feel like doing anything. and i haven't even had lunch yet. thought of asking the people out for a dinner, but damn stupid sia, just for a dinner then go home arh? need to get so many people meh. then to get them also sian. have to call, message, etc. forget it la. kns, i'll settle it on my own. at most don't eat lo. hate to eat alone outside.

    maybe i'd prefer to be alone for now also. abit tiring when conversations keep revolving about certain subjects where i don't feel like talking about for now. the attachment for example. the first week of april's going to be over, so it's about one month left till the first draft of the interim report is due. and so, where and how the bloody fuck am i supposed to come out with a 40 page report? just tell me la. it's fucked up if i end up getting a mere pass for my IAP at the end of it. i'd be more than happy if i just had one thing to do per day. but good job, there's none. there's not even a single thing to do per week. fucked up. then obviously i don't feel like listening nor talking about attachment when there's nothing for me to talk about, isn't it. and don't give me the bullshit about taking the initiative to request for work. i requested for work the moment i came back from uob to ibm. there's none. i complained about nothing to do, they ask me to wait. -.-

    fuck la. jitao sian.

    forget it, i think i'll just play with the network simulation piece of shit that eats up the minimal ram that the bloody T30 has.

    byebyebeyybebeyebeyberfeybeafkabogb.


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