For the first time in the week since i'd started work, i am actually grateful that i have to transfer bus at the bus stop opposite NgeeAnn. Normally, i would hate the sight of it cause it means that i'm literally going to school every day for one year. But this morning, i wasn't for immediately after i got off 75, i felt a sharp pain signalling from my stomach. I couldn't care less about running across the overhead bridge dressed in formal attire for the matter on hand is the most important. I shall spare the details about it but it's definitely like a massacre. Friends of mine would know that i am a big shitter and i ain't gonna lie. Like Jade said, i leave a part of me everywhere i go. How true. Sometimes, i wonder to myself as to why i need to shit so much for one has no idea the problems it cause but on the other hand, it's good to know that there's discharge from my intakes! Haha, please pardon me with the gross details for those with weak heart. Anyway, work today is just bad, to add up to the inevitable monday blues. Everything about work today is nothing but disastrous. Having two other temp staff should be something to rejoice about but when it turns out that they're of different frequency than i am, i somehow wishes that i had worked alone. If i was the only one the company hired, i could at least indulge myself in some self-pity sessions but the feeling now is like much worse than that. It makes me miss all the friends like crazy and i keep popping sweets like they're some happy pills. Sugar-free or mint only, to prevent adding more headaches regarding the weight. I think my attachment has spoilt me to the core. I'm like the pampered prince down there with so many people to talk to. I get to just rest as and when i want and gossip with the colleagues and share snacks with them. Almost everyday, breakfast would also be on my table when i reached the office and i always have someone who would entertain or talk to me. I miss those days. Working at the current place is like working in a world where robots take full control and i am doing the same thing over and over again. I'm just in a bad mood today and having eye bag that looks like someone just gave me two punches on the face doesn't help in making me feel any way better than i already did. But i'm glad i have friends and cousin who are willing to listen to my little whining session.