dear diary,
now i know what it truly feels like to be a machine. at work, i've had enough practice of putting stacks of paper into envelopes, while taking another 2 thin sheets of cheques with my left hand, throwing the envelope into a pile and then taking another stack of paper. i'm telling you, it's a great feeling when everyone in the assembly line speeds up and everything flows like clockwork. i could go on screensaver mode doing some 1700 packages. great job, abeit with papercuts, backaches and brainfreezing air conditioning.

and for the record, the best memories of the previous week were:

5. www.ihateyouripod.com plus news has it that sim wong hoo is pairing up with paris hilton. tsk tsk, 2 very desperate people. shall not name my ipod 'paris' anymore.
4. watching sammi cheng and denise ho do a moulin rogue in concert at ktv. sheesh, sammi cheng is a good live singer.
3. eating rotiboy. the aroma! the crispy skin! the overwhelming butter! the satisfaction!
2. getting an orange-brown hair. thank goodness we didn't go to the colour bar, seeing how joseph got cheated.
1. a LOTR like ordeal in order to get back my i/c: rsm and most of hq in another camp, almost had to travel to pasir laba to get their signatures, but then F.K. offered to sign for us. wow, something good finally happened.

the worst memory of the week:
1. having my television spoil again, after it was repaired already. the agony! the absolute temptation to find a hammer and just smash it up!