Ah my best working partner has moved on to be a better man and left me behind in CPF. *sob*
In days without guo-ge (GG) , life's terrible. Every day seems like years, every hour seems like days, every minute seems like hours and you know what seconds seems like. Hahaha. That's quoted from my gf (clarabelle aka clarabella).
On the first day of work without GG (horrible initials), i was first to arrive at work! (We were never first to arrive at work after "reaching early minutes" couldn't be claimed. LOL!) But now i din't have to camp at the mrt in the morning so i was especially early. At 8.25am not a single soul has arrived. 0.o Then i was hit on the raw nerve when Siti went "Orh your good friend not here already ahhhh..." (kena suan la sh*t) -_-'' So i spent a good few hours emo-ing. Luckily the other perms had enough EQ to not bring up the sensitive subject, haha. Or maybe they just couldnt be bothered.
The love birds sitting opposite me were great, because they were the pretty and cute clarabella and her handsome and smart roy, both on mission -- "FORGET GG" . LOL! They heard of the story titled "3 days after first 3 months" so for 3 days after "the day GG left", nothing should remind me of GG. No 30th floor, No amoy, No lau pa sat, No ai-mei LOL... and the list continues. Therefore we had cafe for lunch 2 days in a row, and i've thus exceeded budget. ._.
Our cosy corner became especially friendly after GG's departure, the seats were free for switching, own time own target.
Previous occupants..
lol. So one day clarabella was sitting at my seat (beside the phone.) Then it started to ring.
C: Hello CPF board.. Employer(E): Jaslyn there? C: Hold on.. *Clarabella looked amused and thought it sounded like GG. **I got on the line.. J: Hello Jaslyn speaking..
*It did sound like GG. But i din't think much about it.In short, Employer was supposed to tell me some details.. And instead i was read my own details. (exact story not convenient to divulge here) So apparently GG was prank calling.* So the conv went..
E: Can you write it down.. *** J: What the heck?! *And the rest of the temps turned and stared at my exclaimation -_- maluating. thanks GG.
Haha. Life still goes on. When it's time to go, we've to leave things behind. Keep in touch with your bro and his cute and pretty clarabelle ok!
Random day after lunch we met a Coffee Bean Mascot! So we clowned around with it for a while and was 15 mins late for work. -_-
Best working buddy in CPFB
Thursday, April 16, 2009
~ 10:26 PM ~
Yes i know it's been long, it's april. My determination to blog at least once a month has failed me. I realised after working for three months at CPF i haven't once talked about it. So yes, i've been busy scrutinising CPF forms, sending letters, extracting discrepancy cases and many other technical stuff that non CPF-cians (credits to ROY due to Hongchao's card) probably wouldn't comprehend.
It has been great so far, because the peers are nice and friendly (just for the stalkers to see) and the supervisors are generous and nice and stocks up our temps' pantry once in a while (except for some that we constantly bitch about). Apart from work, we have learnt to spot the difference on facebook, Sudoku on "TODAY" and "WO BAO" and race around in "crazy taxi". That's pretty much that we've learnt in that wonderful working environment where we look out for each other while lazing around in our "fish tank". It's called a fish tank because it's a room where all the temps in the DM dept work, but it's freakingly transparent to the perms outside and we look like fishes swimming around on red chairs. (ok fine, make us guppies, the smallest fish in the sea. Bosses are sharks.)
All's great, time flies by during lunch and break (that's when we're having fun). So far it hasn't struck me to start counting down to knock off time (because other depts do while they stone their time away). There used to be dear xiangjun, jinyong and winston at lunch, but they all left one by one, even the surviving soul aka winlittlepig is leaving soon for army.
Inside stories about staff shall not be disclosed here. But rumours sure spread like wildfire in that 33rd storey of CPFB right? Right.
Hi everyone. I should say you must be scrutinizing every part of my blog to be reading this arent you?
Well, if you're that bored or interested in me, this is me you're looking at.
Just a typical mundane human being living in this distorted world filled with what we call friends and foes.
It's just me to get all maudlin and touchy about friendships and covalent bonds that i painstakingly built,
and it's most dreading to realise what you call friends are actually fair-weathered ones and ditch you for others.
You know.. that sort of ambivalent feelings which arises with such friendships.
From young, my pedagogues have complained of me being temperamental and from there i have learnt and seen the world beyond me, where there happened to be people fairing far worst than i do.
I realised in this period of isolation that life turns out to be happier for everyone if people knew how to be sate with life.
It's just in the genes that human beings have to take things for granted and learn to appreciate things only when they have lost it. Sad isn't it?.
I admit possessing that characteristic, which led me to losing what i should have treasured most, with great regrets.
Now, like Krishna, we are inclined to seeking comfort from things that we are familiar with, unaccustomed to changes.
It may not appear to be me on the outside, braving the winds of the outside world, strong and unbeatable.
Like the saying goes, never judge the book by its cover, and i believe in that, in the way i credit people.
We all treasure private space don't we?.. It's just human nature.
And of course it most dreading to feel deserted by your friends isn't it.. ? To feel cheated and betrayed..
Well, live a sate life readers!
liKez.
+memories of the past..
+2/3'04.. where i met all of u..
+4/7'06.. the past.
+And. badminton.. where unity lies. love the ppl in it.. especially my batch of peers and the seniors!
+07s56 and jie-meis! the present.
+vjc shuttlers.. the domination of spasticity.
+you.
