Transition Period

Ugh.
I went to the doc 4 times in 2 weeks.
-_-
Blardy hell.
The doc said that my lungs might be sensitive due to my asthma history.
But my asthma was donkey years ago when I was a little kid.
I still remembered the times whereby I need to go to the hospital or child specialist regularly to take medicine and stuff.
But I was fine after that.

Work is great.
And lunches cost 15 bucks per meal. -_-
While babies lunched at their mothers' breast.
I wish.

Last week, I received a couple of calls everyday without picking them up.
My phone is always in silent mode without vibration.
Because I think it is noisy and irritating to let the phone sings in the office.

Finally, today, I managed to catch 2 calls.
Both from Citigroup.
From two different person.
For two different position.

Hoho.

Life is great when good things keep coming.
But shit happens at times.

I need to sleep now. Drowsiness caused by dhasedyl syrup.
Hmmm. What else do I want to say?

Oh shucks. I haven't buy a gown for my convo ball.
And learn how to beautify my face with make up.
I am good at art but I just don't understand why I sucked real bad when it comes to designing my face.

Practice makes perfect.

I had a one-on-one trainer.
And she thinks I am smart.
Because she said that my boss told her that I am smart.

Gosh. I haven't even do anything significant.
Not a tinge of contribution yet.

Sometimes I really prefer people to think that I am stupide.

Less stress.
Less pressure.
Better life.

I want to eat my cuppy cup cake.