November... the first call

It has been a while... and too much have since happened.

I have grew an immerse dislike for my job, in fact, it is more than the job, it's the XXXX, XXXXXXX, ... I wonder how the others whom have left managed to get away scot-free and happy but I am pretty sure that relief is going to be a heavenly satisfaction. My boss, has not only once, but twice, not acknowledged my letter. In fact the two other persons I have "cc" it to have also not said anything. So what else can I do but to wait for the grand lord to be back and have it face-to-face. I could already imagine his face charcoal black, sprouted with his maggie-mee alike hair, and his bloodshot eyes. How eerie, like the thing, that is haunting our office... (sorry, no offence)... But it is true that our office is haunted, colleagues have been talking about the stories too much and now going to the toilet becomes a "who-is-the-quickest" competition.

Our 3 year old PC has fallen sick, in fact, it isn't a major problem. It's just a hardware problem and I reckon it's the graphic card but I couldn't troubleshoot it this time. I have helped it recovered so many times from illnesses but now, I felt so helpless. He's here, not dying, just sick and terribly awaiting for someone to help him. I wish HELP can come soon...

The other night, me and beloved Syndy went bar-hopping. In fact, it's the first time... we did 3 different places, had almost 6 drinks each. John and his housemate, Duncan, came along and it continued for a while. From 830pm to 230pm... I think we have done a pretty marvellous job. At our last stop, I met Mr Nokia (so I call him, as he works for Nokia). I enjoy meeting people, talking to them, but when someone invites you back on the first night you met him/her... What do you do?? I went with my instincts and left with my friends instead. Oh well.

Dearest Joy is back on Sunday, and it has been a forking long time since we met. I'm so looking forward to it as well as our December reunion which will be here too soon! Babes, here we gather again! Party! Drink! Xmas exchange! Gossip!


p.s: The fortune-teller in HK told me my luck will change for the better at the end of the year... I want to call it bullxxxx; somehow it's better to trust yourself and things in your own hands than to believe what someone so random has said.