Meeting after boliao meeting. Those managers seem to like it. cos dats juz about wat they do everyday anyway. Strangely, very little gets accomplished. Especially when dealing with overseas counterparts. All are tai-ji grandmasters, trust me. And pple like me have to eat their "firm but subtle" blows.
Thankfully, the art of dodging arrows wasn't too hard to master, with some help of cos, courtesy of a rather kind colleague who was quite concerned I might turn purple anytime. Then i took it to another level. I shoot the arrows too wahahaha. So i have learnt to leave my own trail of destruction behind. It's like war, without the chaos. Whatever i went thru during NS was basically BS.
We are living in a world of technology where emails fly faster than bullets. Sometimes an innocent-looking flashing alert could very well be a claymore mine right in my face. Coming from the very person who greeted me in the morning. Seated in the cubicle beside me. How i wish i could just fling a grenade over.
All the fake faces in the office...yet the under-table blows are all very real...tot i'd seen it all but when it comes to it, it's always a new lesson to learn. BUT IT'S FARKING DEMORALISING!!! I will not let them climb over my head so easily. Kamikaze is risky but i always come out alive...heh...mess me up den they will noe hell.
One sad thing after another....walao....and i can only talk to this bleddy blog. Why me har? Why so suay? Why can't things stay normal? Why is it so different now?
Oh ya, Cupid was being persistent. I shot him.
One of those nights when the whys do not have any answers. But who understands?
