Happy Birthday Daddy

I should have posted this yesterday. But I didn't have time. My girl Flo was "ill". It's nice to be "ill" coming back to this office. The negativity level in this office does not entirely boost higher morale grounds.

I came back to a desk full of paper, scattered. A few missing items and a heavy heart in knowing where I work, trust and privacy was not high on their list.

I knew I had to be careful who I keep close to me. And who I did keep close to me. Because CW now is behaving like sh*t and. And no more. Full stop. I refuse to go there anymore.

I left the office in a hurry at 7 pm. Dinner's at 7.30 pm. And knowing some people, they can't always tell time, in an "I'm-so-important-and-you're-not" attitude. I know I'm not. I know this office makes me not a lot of things. But I settled. I settled for this office. In about 2 weeks time, is my one year with this office. And where have I been, what have I done?


There was no monetary rewards, many shared the same fate.

There was no recognition, many (except the pigs they have for CRO) shared the same fate.


I'm going so out of topic.


Last night, we took dad out to Esquire Chicken. And he had a blast. My dad's a rice person. Can't live without it.

After which, we went home and have a family mahjong session.

To celebrate his birthday, we were gonna play till the early morning. But my dad being just turned 65 and is the birthday boy, decided to call it a night at 11.30 pm.

His 2 complying daughters let him.


I can never imagine life without my mom or my dad. I can not imagine life without my mom or my dad.