人間関係

Sitting on the shuttle that goes to and fro between my company’s plants and offices.

Spotted that nice Indian gentleman through window who used to take the morning company bus from home to the main plant with me every morning until I got posted to the office at jurong east, where I had to commute by train.

Thinking about how, to him, I’ll always be that little girl with a backpack waiting at the bus stop, and realised that people are going to drop in and out of your life, some will drop by only to get a fleeting impression of the person you are, like he did, while some will stay for a long time, sometimes just beyond reach, sometimes just beside your heart.

Thought about how i can treasure the ones who stay.

ファークマイライフ

I learnt what fml meant only a few months back when i stumbled upon someone using it in her facebook status.

It seemed to me like bimbo lingo back then; my favorite mascara just ran out in watson’s, fml. i got a pimple on my nose, fml. It sounded silly when people used it.

I get it now, that feeling.

it can be used to describe the intense dread and the extreme unwillingness to do something or go somewhere, which, in my case, was to turn up for work tomorrow.

Because i still have to answer to someone whom i respect but who probably think i’m some sort of bitch. and sit beside a psycho who was probably trying to help but instead royally, regally, fucked me up.
and now i wish i could go to sleep and not wake up for awhile. It was the same feeling i got when i had to play that VJC match after the whole fiasco back then. you really feel like not waking up the next day. and all the embarrassing things you’ve ever done would come back to you and you’ll cringe and wish you were never born. fml max.

And like you said, 船到桥头自然直. but the journey to the pier is making me seasick.