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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
dusting away the webs

hello. i just came back from a run, did more than the usual one today and felt real good having stopped for quite some time. yes, i know my blog is rotting away. havent been blogging for such a long time. ever since i started this new job, life has been moving real fast for me. a daily routine for me is waking up at 630am, be the first to reach office, work work work till 6plus, home or dinner with friends. -end of day- frankly speaking, i totally detest my job. it rots to the max. the people there are generally nice, except at times when girls get the usual mood swing thing. some people have it a few times a month, some almost every single days. this is especially irritating in a office where 95% of my colleagues are females. my scheldule is so packed that i'm multi-tasking 3 things at once now. i'm rushing to watching my 9pm drama, blogging and eating my late dinner. i feel so random, though i have a lot to say, my mind is moving at such a fast pace i dont have time to peice them nicely together. alright gotta rush for my drama and dinner now. wish i had more time. i work 3000 hours a day. totally hates working life. i wanna retire. find me a rich man to get married to pls, so i can have kids, bake and not work forever.