had a weird dream last night. can't remember most of it, all i remember is that my brother was lamenting about why they had to have a quota of the number of copies of 'kama sutra' they sell in malaysia.
weird.

i'm sorry i didn't elucidate on my earlier post. what i meant was that you just can't figure out why you're 'not good enough' for em' unis. and no, i'm not going to feel sorry for myself. i'm just angry with myself for wasting so much time, effort and money to apply...and to fool myself into thinking they would accept me. but no, no sympathy for me. let's move along.

you know, being rejected by the universities that you have set your heart on going to is like having a communicable disease that you are not aware you have.
nobody wants to be near you and you can't figure out why.

to do when i get to the u s of A :
drive cross country !

you know, on hindsight, every time i deal with an indian national client, i think of the SIA scholars, jason and anoop. these clients mae a tonne of money and i wonder if they're as smart as j and a. so scary to be dealing with them, they could have me running in circles for goodness knows what.

so in fact, there was an unhappy day in store for me. i got scolded by a client. an indian national no less, so it made it even harder to decipher what he was saying. so i strained my ear to try to uncode, and then there was a brief pause in the conversation and i finally got it, that he was scolding me. sheesh...oh well, i nearly did give him a piece of my mind too but i realised that it would tarnish the company's image. so i put on as much restraint as i could and told him quite nicely how the tax system in malaysia worked. i even used some of my direct/indirect tax knowledge from As too. but i'm still puffed up.
and the reason why i'm not quitting this job any sooner is because i take this job as a challenge, to complete something that has been started. and imagine, if my future workplace is as bad as this, how would i cope if i did not have the endurance and the faith to persevere.
i'm off to dinner at KLCC today :). see ya dearies and take care.

after reading lyn's blog today, i felt that i needed to whine about my job. okay, so lynette spent S$100 for 5 CDs, 2 days of work to her. To me, that's 10 days worth of work. Tha pay is crap here. Worst of all is that everyone around here thinks their doing you a favour by picking you off the street and giving you experience.
In circumspect, this is how i spend my salary ( 'allowance' as they call it)...thppttt.....
i spent rm4 on my lunch at a hawker
and after that i went to the supermarket nearby and foreseeing that there was an unhappy day ahead of me, i decided to 'splurge' and buy myself pepperidge cookies, a cool RM10. so that's how i spent my day's worth of salary. i am pathetic...and broke.
donations can be made out to :
Sim Wee Lee
email me for my address and preferred currency at simweelee02@yahoo.co.uk

well, another weekend's gone by and now it's time to go back to work :((((. well i'm glad the notworks ppl went out and had a blast. really wish i was there. however, i had a good friday service and an easter service today. and i was an usher. so i had to pass out communion and the offering bags because there was a shortage of ushers, and my dad roped me in. haha.....that was quite awkward but still , not bad.
three more weeks guys, and maybe i won't be in a perpetual bad mood, that's when i end my trainee period. argh.........

another big blunder
so you've all heard about the one where i sent the letter to the wrong address. so today, at work, we received this cheque from our client to pay his taxes. so i wrote the letter to submit the cheque to the tax people and passed it to my senior who passed it to the manager. then at 4 30 pm, the manager comes screeching out of her office saying "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS WAS DUE TODAY? I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT! AND IRB IS CLOSED ALREADY! ARE THEY OPEN TOMORROW?" to which the answer was no, so she huffs "YOU ALL AH! I DON'T KNOW" then she puts the file on my table in a not so gentle way and walks off. so now, the IRB may impose a penalty on the taxpayer. how the fark was i to know that it was due today? and i hardly even speak to her so why would i even try to remind her? and....I QUIT IN THREE WEEKS TIME.....and counting.

you know come to think of it, i'm not to keen about going to messiah. neither am i too keen about singapore. but when i try to decide between the both, then messiah seems helluva lot better. but it just shouldn't be my choice by default. i really need the gamuda scholarship and i think i screwed it up real badly, also in a small part played by my pops. but right now, i'm so bummed. i applied for the Star scholarship in january (the Star is a local Malaysian paper (not tabloid mind you)). and i've not heard a peep from them. and my friend who got DEE i think in her A Levels got called for an interview and was told that she'd definitely receive a scholarship, just depends on how much.
freak. f&*k.

what kind of parents go through your garbage just to see what you're up to?
what kind of parents do random snoops on you just to see if you're where you say you are?
what kind of parents try to eavesdrop on your telephone conversations?
what kind of parents don't seem to happy about your results, trumpet other people's children's results, and tell me that of course they'd be going overseas because ' they're so smart they'll get a scholarship', and the worse thing is, they still dare to tell other people in a not so humble way that their son was given an ASEAN scholarship to study in singapore and did well in the A Levels..?
what kind of parents say that they will do everything they can just to help their children to go overseas and then, when asked to do a small favour, like posting a simple letter to the US, doesn't even bother to go to the post-office to weigh the bloody letter but sticks an RM2 stamp (the equivalent of a 50c stamp in singapore), doesn't even put an air mail sticker, and puts in the post box...? mind you, this letter is very very important because it contains the cheque to reserve my place at Messiah.
well, needless to say, my kind of parents.

and i am back with a bang.
i really hate it when i'm around my folks.
my pops, he's either hogging the computer or channel surfing, things that I wanna do. and when he's watching a programme, he HAS to give everyone a running commentary on what's happening on screen. for instance, let's say this lady is going into the bathroom, he'll say " hmm....going into the bathroom". serious, no kidding.
and he just loves to give his two cents worth even tho nobody f&*king cares.
and my ma is prob worse. she's judgemental, conniving and self-righteous.
i'm going to work at 630 am tomorrow. on good friday no less, not that it's a holiday here.
there was a power failure in the building today for about 6 hours so i would up doing almost nothing for the better part of the day and had to stay back later to finish my work.
once again, i am back. meaner.

Hey Wee
Writer, lead vocal: Paul McCartney
Personalised
Hey Wee, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Wee, don't be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Wee, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.
Da da da da da da, da da da, hey Wee...
Hey Wee, don't let me down.
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
So let it out and let it in, hey Wee, begin,
You're waiting for someone to perform with.
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Wee, you'll do,
The movement you need is on your shoulder.
Da da da da da da, da da da, hey Wee...
Hey Wee, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you'll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh.
Da da da da da da, da da da, hey Wee...

i am on the verge of depression.