Allow me to apologise my dearies... I really do not intend to bring this topic up again. Especially so since I just mentioned it days ago... Yet I am doing it all over again. Skip this entry if you must. But please check back often enough to read my other entries, yah... Thank you... :)
There are no natural smiles coming out from my face in recent weeks. All of you would know what has been bothering me lately. And I absolutely these bothersome feelings. I Hate It...
It is really dreadful having to be in drag. To drag myself out of bed in the mornings and heading to the shower room, brush my teeth with my Braun electric toothbrush, going about doing my usual poohing sessions and of course, calming myself down with the warm water squirting out from all directions of the shower head, from the top of my head right down to my toes, blow-drying my hair, dolling myself up, pick out what clothes I want to wear for the day, style my hair, grab my bag, wear my socks and shoes, lock the gates behind me, head out of the house, lite a stick of my fags and walk every so reluctentlyto the LRT station, change trains, head out of Raffles Place MRT station, get my usual breakfast, walk towards the office building, press #17-01 in the lift and land myself at the office of unhappiness.
I love my job. I love what I do. Even if it means having to stay in the office to work over-time till the wee hours of the morning (or is it night??). I would even welcome last minute deadlines. I kind of do well under this kind of pressure/stress.
I am tired. So tired of the people in the office asking me, how's work / how's your boss...... Urghhhhh.. It is getting on my nerves. Everyone in my department is nosy. Can't they all just SHUT the F**K UP!!!!!!!!
Due to a certain episode that happened 30 minutes ago, I cried badly in the office twice... How Pathetic can I be???
To be continued....
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