meow peeps,

this entry is to rant out my anger since yesterday's drama.

Never in my life have I met such an obnoxious, fake and fat bitch. NEVER! You are the biggest bitch in this world. I will never forget how you go around telling people what I've posted on Facebook and complain to the boss first and turn the table around by making me the biggest bitch. I will never ever forget what you did, what you say and what you have done. 

You know how fake you are in the room when we were thrashing it out. You cried asking me to be more civilized and not post things on FB, you are not any civilized by telling all our colleagues when nobody even know what's posted at 1am midnight. You cried saying I gave you the look that you felt so scared, intimidated and guilty when talking to me, if you felt so intimidated you wouldn't do what you did that night. You mother fucking bitch! How dare you say you are intimidated when you are not. To me, you are trying to act like a pathetic bloody kitten, and acting just to show the boss how poor thing and how you got bullied by me. You are the biggest bitch ever. When you quarrel with Arai, I even told her to let go and forgive you because you backstabbed her in front of Mr Sim. Bloody bitch, you are sooo dying to impress him that you betrayed your friend. But guess what? I've got news that he mentioned that you are not cut out to be a designer. You told our colleagues that I threaten you that I want to quit, MOTHER FUCKER, DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SAID IN THE ROOM? U SAID:"WOULD IT HELP IF YOU(BOSS) GET ME TRANSFERRED OUT OF THE TEAM." TALK ABOUT THREATEN! You give our marketing team people names, you called Joy, HATEFUL. I think nobody is as hateful as you. At least she doesn't lose her head when she is talking to me. You called Evon, SIR STAMFORD RAFFLES when you are the one forever giving people a hard time and that stupid fierce bitch look of yours, I think you are just jealous she is slimmer and prettier than you. You ask me not to bang keyboard or mouse when I'm pissed, what about you? Your loud typing is on purpose isn't it. Bitch! Now you wanna control how I vent my frustrations. You bitch about Liting to us, and when you have no one to eat lunch with you, you start acting and start getting hypocritical and go eat with her. YOU ARE A FUCKING FAKE BITCH! Even till right now, my anger hasn't subside a little, not even a little, my blood pressure hasn't gone down since yesterday. You are a bitch, when you quarreled with A, you mentioned there's a reason why her best friend left her, you don't even know the real reason so you please shut up! On the other hand, think about why your sister doesn't wanna eat with you. It's pathetic that you need to make new year resolution to ask you sister to eat with you on your birthday. You told me that I should trust that A and you will give me your support should I take over Boss' duties but when I asked you for your schedule, you bloody give me your bloody mother fucking bitch attitude. You complained to A that you were upset you didn't get promoted. FRANKLY SPEAKING, like what A once told me, YOU LEAD, I QUIT. You were busy taking your fucking own sweet time during the day to watch movies and play games and take things nice and slow to do work, when you can't finish your work, you complained tired only after a few hours of OT. I've never hated anyone in my life. I told myself to forgive and forget. But never will I forgive you for your actions, your words and your fat face. and I'll never forget ur excellent aciting skills in that media room. I didn't know what did you say to B in the morning but let me tell you, you are seriously the most disgusting person I've ever known. So after yesterday's incident, you cried and cried and showed the whole wide world you cried. I pitied you seriously and I applauded aloud in my heart for your excellent acting skills. I said sorry to you first merely because I can't stand the sight of you acting and pretending to be pitiful. I need you to stop acting! You commented you didn't enjoyed the Jakarta trip, SAME HERE YOU KNOW, BECAUSE YOU WERE THERE. You mentioned that never in your life you felt so unlikable and detestable, thats because you took such a long time to realize it. Nobody dares to tell you that because you are the intimidating one. I told Kel yesterday, should I die of heart attack, please report to police it's you who killed me. You also mentioned it will take you awhile to forgive and start talking to me, FYI, I've no intention to forgive and talk to you. I never ever want to speak to you, look at you in your face or listen to you annoying voice, the sound of you typing irks me too. Because you have an ugly heart and face. 

I'm a mean bean I know but at least I'm not pretentious. 

xoxo,
monmonchichic 

meow peeps,

Alrite this entry has to do with my career. It's almost a year I worked at Creative Technology. I can still remember the first week working at this place, I mentioned that I don't want to work anymore, bam! A year has past. I thought I would have sticked to freelance life as I'm getting to used to it. Those days when people are working their hard ass off, I'm actually having a dip at Bishan Swimming Complex. Frankly speaking, if I can, I would prefer to go back to those days. It has it's pros and cons.

As much as I love my freelance days, I have to weigh the pros and cons though. Just 1 bad thing about being freelance is you can't get the money on time and you have to chase people for money, and as I chased, I tend to get worked up and get frustrated, worrying whether my savings is enough for me to pull through the next month. This con outweighs the pro and there, I'm a full time senior graphic designer at Creative. 

As I've mentioned initially I didn't really enjoy working there partly because I couldn't get used to the 9 to 5pm kinda of life and my bf married someone because he did something so wrong. That was like the worse period of 2009. That period was a challenge to me and for me to start afresh. I accepted the job offer mainly to make my parents, my grandma and my auntie feel better. I can't bear to let them worry for me without a proper income. 

The first 2 months at Creative was tedious shit, I OT almost every night and everything I create is like sooo not nice. I try and try and kept trying... Then my boss took over the image and made a few amendments to the graphic. I was amazed and there I told myself I would stay for I know I've much more to learn. Months passed, my colleagues and I clicked really well and my boss is one hell of a great one. patience and best part, I can disturb him. wahahhaahha... 

As we enter 2011, I'm pretty positive things are going to change for sure. Because my last conversation with the big boss tells me something is going to change... not as in the products or service. I'm talking in terms of the organization. I hear it from my big boss, I get hints from my boss that I'm stepping 1 level up. Well, nothing is official yet. However, I'm already feeling the weird aura around me. I'm getting tasked to handle so much shit. I'm totally feeling it. I like to work. I love to work, in fact, working keeps me really disciplined and focused on what I want to be and what I foresee to be in this organization. One thing is worrying me, is the team. We got so closed, I'm getting the creeps being 1 level above the rest. I wished things remain the same but at the same time, I wished to see myself advance to another level so that I could see more and learn more. 

Life is always so contradicting. These few months is the crunch period. Meaning we will expect to see more OTs from everyone. As I see more and more people stressing me out for the final output, the more I feel that this place seriously need a proper system to get things finalized and this place needs a stronger marketing team. Working in organization is totally different from working freelance. Working freelance, because I'm an designer with a fierce attitude, usually the clients are afraid of me more than I'm afraid of them, therefore I can always shout at them anytime I feel like it. Working in organization, it certainly trains my patience a lot. I feel that I've swallowed so much shit just like a porn star swallowed so much cum. ok the difference is the porn star enjoyed swallowing the cum but i certainly dont enjoy swallowing the shit. pui. 

i'm giving this place another year, whether up 1 level, down 2 levels or kana retrenched, I certainly dont want to see me doing dummy products for 2 years and nothing is being launched. Aite, got a call to pick my sis up. till then.

love,

monmonchichic