Christmas

Worse than death is an undying love.

Had too much to drink during the company's dinner yesterday but kept composed least until i got back, as always. Had rambling thoughts and was completely lost.

journal

Rambling thoughts fill my mind, although none makes a stand.
Who could have known how pivotal that moment was, not for half a decade later.
Irony, agony and nostalgia all in one sitting.

And many question why hadn't I moved on?

How to? - none have answered in proper.

Work makes free

Fucking work permit better get approved soonish, before I go fucking mental. Hitting a fucking low point.

I hate fucking breaks that's more than 3 days. I get severely depressed.

I find clamity at work.

Maybe Singapore wasn't such a good idea afterall; I 'see' us almost everywhere I look. Silently in the MRT, round the block at Semei, the MRT station at Orchard and each and everytime when the train doors close at City Hall Interchange. Maybe somethings will never go away.

Maybe then, it's best that I do.

Fuck.

Orchard Road

Its been years it seems but still every time I walk along that stretch, memories flood my mind and soon, plain sorrow.

Walk down memory lane, all that's left is prevailing pain.

Fuck!

I seriously thought the interview went pretty darn well.

The key word in the sentence above being 'thought', I got a call in the morning telling me that they could not offer me a position because they had offered the job to someone else earlier ( which i knew about) and there isn't any more space.

Which leads to two conclusions, one, my bad that i fucked the interview. Two, why the fuck did they have to waste my time?

First job rejection which wasn't on my part. DARN!