HAPPY ONE MONTH OLD, MY LITTLE PRINCESS

15 May 2010

Dull Saturday (32 Degree Celsius)

Evening @ 1730 (Singapore Time)

Listen: 他一定很爱你by 阿杜

Mood: *Heee”

Today is Claire’s baby shower. It was a long & tiring morning till afternoon, with so many things to bring, many more things to bring back; gifts, presents, etc. On hindsight, I should have just bought the “SUV”. That way, I can throw everything into the car boot without a worry. Oh well…

We had the blessing of so many friends whom we held so dear to; secondary school friends, army friends, poly friends, working colleagues (whom shall be affectionately known as BBs; or bad buddies), and many many others. Thank you for the kindest generosity and for those that didn’t make it, its ok, you are eligible for parole much later in my little black book.

Work wise, not very good man. I mean the work itself is ok, slightly busy than usual, but all is good. Just a little bit (or make that damn) pissed that my boss belittled me… it goes like this:

One HOD send an email to my boss, inviting him and all the management staffs (like Woodstock) to an outdoor event and followed by a celebratory chill out. All these are official event, mind you. Then it happened… My boss invited all management staffs in the department and for some fuck reason, he actually carbon copy it to me (or Cc). As you know, logic states that those in Cc list are usually for… FOR FUCKING INFORMATION ONLY. And why is he sending me an invite or telling me there is such an invite (For Information only?) if he has no inclination to extend the invitation out to me?

Naturally, I was boiling mad, swearing vengeance. But one thing I learn in life; endure and seek greener pasture in silence. Nothing much to protest or make a big fuss over, really. Just smile and PRETEND nothing has and will happen. I could do a transfer but guessing his pettiness, I reckoned he would rather “resign me” than letting me do a transfer. It looks bad on his record and besides, people will question his ability to retain such a MIGHTY staff…

But you know what I think? Fuck it, I’m leaving.

Yup, too bad, it is your pettiness that nails it. My company is one of the best companies to work in, pay aside, the work is seriously Ok… Not that stressful, got wonderful colleague to talk cock and sing song. He always says he is a nice guy, that why he gave chances and turns a blind eye to some atrocities committed by his WONDERFUL Staffs. But I know his working style, he always divide the masses and conquer. Oh well, go forth and divide them, for I don’t give a shit anymore. Because?

Fuck it, I’m leaving

Yes, Literally.

But Claire Claire & Mummy… Don’t worry, Daddy will make sure, ensure and be sure that I will signed on the dotted line for the next job before I “fuck it, I’m leaving” the current one. I need to bring the bacon and bread home daily. I could eat a little less, go without the car or even my dinner/Lunch/Breakfast, but my Claire Claire & Mummy can’t. They shouldn’t and wouldn’t. As long as Daddy is around, you will not go hungry and cold. This is Daddy promises to you.

Oh yes, on the smoking note, I am smoke free for 5 months and counting. It was hard naturally, whoever say giving up smoking is easy ought to be shot. It is something so personal and intimate to me at least for I always smoke because I’m sad and I’m sad because I smoke. The sticks have accompanied me thru the many cold and lonely nights, thru many great trials and tribulation. So to give up my cigarettes is like giving up a part of me. The deeply scar, emotionally tragic, painfully lonely part of me. But still, it is for the better. My Claire shall grow up in a smoke free environment.

I love you so much, Mummy & Claire Claire. Be strong