Well, for all those who don't know yet,
I've gotten a new job after resting for
almost 3 months. I guess I'm still trying
hard to get used and fit in to this position.
Not to mention that we just ended our
35th Anniversary celebration last Saturday.
I wouldnt say I had the best time then,
but at least I had a pretty good time,
and tiring time too. But still, I have
this uncertainty when I saw the long service
award of the absentee on my desk.
I think it would be cool to be working in
one place for so long, but I cant imagine
myself turning old and yet still work here.
Somehow, I can feel that alot of things
are going to change some time soon.
Honestly I dont really like that feeling,
but as long as I do my job well,
I believe I can still survive here. ^-^
_Simplicity is good enough for me._
I remember there was once my teacher told everyone in class about this group of students finding some newborn kittens in the school premieres. Being really fascinated by these young cute helpless kittens, they patted them, played with them, before bring them to my teacher. It was too late, but no one realised it.
My teacher, with the students' help, bought the kittens back to their mommy. Since they were hungry, cold, and battered. But Mommy Cat wouldn't feed these kittens at all! In fact, she was pushing them away when they tried to feed. It was the human scent that got onto to kittens that made their mommy rejected them.
According to my teacher, she tried to feed those kittens with little milk bottles, but they couldn't suck too well yet. In the end, none survived.
Somehow, I see myself as quite a obsessive person, not too much of the sharing kind of person. I keep my things in my room, near me, and they're mine, Mine, MINE. I take fairly good care of my stuffs, I believe, and I hate it when people abuse it.
And of course, once someone abuse it, I would deny ownership. I would rather get a new one and not even care about the old one. I really think the same goes to everything, if some of you know what I mean.
- It's in the nature. It's in the blood. It's something no one can really stop. -