Maybe she's too soft
Maybe she's too timid
Afraid of taking risk
Afraid of offending people

Such that she's someone
Who's always trapped
Denied of her freedom
A mask void of all expression
Losing her true identity slowly

If she ever desensitized her heart
Emerge as another person
Would people embrace it
Cuz circumstances force her so
Is a brutal life's survivor game

The guy whom I taught a little on some basic testing had left the company. He received the Government's order to serve NS back at Msia. Alrite..although I grumbled and complained about his attitude in my older post but his character ended up to be not too bad.

Had to wash some bottles in the storeroom this week. Then someone from Soil Lab told me about a few horrifying stories in that storeroom. That person even took a video clip of the things in the storeroom on one particular night. I refused to see it cuz by hook or crook I had to enter that storeroom aniwaez. Plucked up my courage and entered that storeroom lo..wat else to do? lOlz

Bought some stuffs after shopping with friends. Discovered that people do change..not of those kind that changed for the worst.

Saw my presentation date. Kinda eager to present but oso kinda worry about it though. Mixed feelings I guess. *gLuP*

Kor kor met me after work to drive me home and bought a BIG box of Bah Kwa and pork floss for family. Realised the shortcut from company to home from the route he drove..can save me 30 minutes of my travelling time leh! But too bad cuz I dun have a car. I have to depend on public transport.