13-07-07` friday the thirteen

i was telling jing how tight her prom dress was for me!

just when i thought i had slim down from all the joggings since the start of the week, this tragic fact has unmercilessly burst my hope bubble.

face it, i am meaty.

how am i not when i eat and sit everyday. my legs aren't moving except occasion tapping of my feet on the foot pedal.

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friday the thirteen, the day when things go hay-wired. to round this 'series of unfortunate events' up, my work was delayed and pretty up screwed up with duplicate records due to system breakdown.

i was pinning my hopes on the twelve, the day of the payroll. but it didnt roll into my account or rather all the new DTs of my batch. not prorated, not even a cent for the past 2 weeks we have worked. c'mon, how do u expect us to work without giving us the basic fuels? we do need transportations (since u have sent us to schools that is not within the walking distance), feed our mouths for this month.

not a cheap labour. i am a 'free labour' for this month.

the next day my id tells me to destroy all the teeth in the kiddies mouth to avenge for the ill treatment. i am glad that my superego put all that instanous crazy thoughts to a halt.

it ruined all the plans i have worked out. esp my prom. this inevitably calls for an emergency backup plan, which i am still scratching my head to find the alternatives.

i can sense my enthuciasim level for prom grew weak.