Black inkie stinks!

1) I hate black ink! Stinky!
Proud, arrogant, think as "know-it-all", aggressive.

2) I am being bullied at work. Carry tales all you want. I answer only to God, not to man.

3) I have had enough of managers who do not support their colleagues/ staff. Then be manager for what??? Selfish prat only want to save own skin. Make me do so much work for a US$10K project when other managers have US$400K project and no trouble. Dumb, black inked ass.

Sigh!

My gastric pain acting up again... Stressed-related!!

Sigh. Was the subject of office politics recently. Though I erred too but imagine a manager who only cares about his own ass and would sacrifice you. Stands by doing nothing while someone else blasts you. My mistake, I blasted back but don't give me personal attacks. Another manager from Europe helped me out but not this local one. Appalling! Bet he told tales to my big boss.

I am now deflated. Defeated. I want to hide in a corner, I dreaded going to work this week and next. Oh Lord, help me, please. I am the end of my tether. I was too reactive, yes. My gastric pain acts up each time I feel uptight, nervous or whatever. Help me relax!

Then again, what do I care? We should not live to man's expectations, but to God's. Even if we are loathed by man, in God's eyes we are precious. God wants us to run to Him, into His embrace as He will put things right in His time.

World Cup Fever

I am no longer bored as I have been learning a new language recently!
The New Paper has been my daily read! Forget about Straits Times for now.

“Handicap, odds, home ground advantage, header, striker, midfielder, goalkeeper, Miroschev Klose, Lionel Messi, give ball, eat ball, round of sixteen, quarterfinals, etc, etc, etc. “

Yeah yeah yeah.

On another note, give me time to find out who the cute guys of soccer are. I am only but 3 weeks old here. Haha. But I still prefer clean cut looks and pretty blonde boys to exotic darker guys. Do also give me more more more time to know the game. which I admit I don’t know well as of now. Hehe.

World Cup

It's the World Cup season.

I am bored. Terribly bored.
I had enough of shopping. (My new clothes can last me 2 weeks if I wear one new one each day, maybe I should buy more to last me a month.)

As I write, I am bingeing on more chocolates, epecially raisin chocolates from Alpia. 200g worth of sweet raisin chocolates! Would I be a fat woman by the end of World Cup??

I know Steven Gerrad and Peter Crouch are good looking. So is David Beckham. Don't fancy Michael Owen. And I think that's about all. Haha.

Things to do
I will read more books.
I will bake?
I will clean the house.
I will meet up with my gfs (if they are free).

I will.

GERD

I hate getting sick!
I hate taking medicine in the form of pills!

Why am I sick???

I have been diagnosed with GERD, a supposedly chronic condition that the stomach produces too much acid. In addition a muscle that acts as a “gate” closing the gap between the esophagus (food pipe) and the stomach itself is slightly loose. It does not close completely, so some of the stomach acid may wash back up the esophagus. After a review, my doctor said mine is the mildest condition (grade A) but it is still uncomfortable. And the worst thing is I need to take pills for the rest of my life! I cannot be cured completely! I have to take it everyday now and wait till my condition stabilize and try to go off it and only take antacids or acid reducer pills when my gastric acts up in the long term.

That is not a solution for me. I am not going to rely on pills that may have side effects, for the rest of my life. Neither am I going to contribute to the coffers of the medicine manufacturers.

Of course right now I am avoiding all those foods (no fried/ spicy/ acidic/ caffeine laced) foods that will make my stomach uncomfortable and probably embarking on an exercise program asap and avoiding liquids during meal times and last but not least not lying down on a full stomach as this is not good for digestion. It's a torture reminding yourself to eat only 80% full everyday. Right now, I am bingeing on raisin chocolates!

Alternative measures:
- TCM
- Acupuncture
- Healing session in church
- Surgery
- Physical Exercise
- Lifestyle changes

I AM DEPRESSED. HELP!

Lift Finale

Poetic justice. I am so so so so so so so so so so so relieved. I am so so so so so so so so so glad I wrote that letter.

Well, following the lift incident, I faxed a letter to the security management of IP quickly and got a prompt response. The manager was very nice and sympathetic. He was also very understanding as he said he had come across such cases before with impatient people who cannot wait a few minutes for another lift. Very good customer service! He should be in the service line. Haha.

I had asked which floor the guy stopped at - 35th floor apparently. Menace! The manager somehow put me at ease immediately as he told me what he can view in the videos all over IP. I was speaking the truth in my letter! Apparently the man was running towards my lift and I couldn’t see him as it was at my blind spot. The cameras actually caught him kicking and pounding the door and everything that happened inside could be seen too! Hurray!

Measures taken:
- The face of the man is now on the security desk.
- The manager will try to find him and talk to him as the manager feels that pounding and kicking on the lift door is unacceptable and uncivilized behaviour. That mad man could damage public property. (I don’t care whether the manager really follows up, at least the security knows! Safety first.)

Thank God.

I will never go up in an empty lift alone at IP ever again.

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Yet, suddenly, I am quite proud of my “ang moh” (English). Haha. Below are excerpts of my letter:

ATTN: Security Manager
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Dear xxx

I sincerely bring to your attention a disturbing incident which I encountered on the morning of 6 June 2006 at approximately 9am to 9.10am in the third lift on the left, the nearest to a shop display window, in the lobby for medium rise 21st floor to 35th floor at International Plaza.

The lift door had almost closed and I was alone in the lift when a bespectacled man, approximately 1.74m tall, perhaps in his late thirties to forties, shouted from outside, kicked and pounded the lift door furiously and very loudly too xxxxxxxxx description of what happened xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Given that all lifts in International Plaza are fitted with a camera, I beseech the management and security to be on the alert for this man, given his violent tendency xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Last but not least, I would like the security management to review their camera recording and inform me which floor the man stopped at xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

I look forward to your favourable and prompt response.


Yours sincerely,
Amy

Fearful

I remembered a shrill alarm my mum gave me some time back. She asked me to carry it with me all the time but I felt it was dumb so I chucked it in my drawer.

Took it out yesterday and brought it with me to work today. Makes me feel safer and more at ease.

The first image that came to my mind today was that mad man's face. Felt a sense of dread going to work. Kept replaying the incident in my mind. Help!
Prayed to God for my safety and peace of mind. Feeling much better.

Went up the lift with alot of people today after scanning the lobby for that mad man. No sight of him.

Thank goodness.

Encounter with a mad man

I had a very bad morning today. No wonder my left eyelid twitched at breakfast time. It was a horrific scary indignant experience. I was quite shaken at the end of it!

This is what happened…
I was waiting for the lift at IP and an empty one came and there was no one around, so I went inside and of cos pressed the CLOSE button so it would close faster and I can go up quickly. I just concentrated on pressing CLOSE as the door did not respond but finally it did. However, in the midst of it, I heard a guy shouting but I could not make out what he was shouting. Plus I was standing beside the lift buttons and on the right and I could not see anyone coming from the right, only the left. So the door closed, finally but I heard some pounding and kicking of the lift door. Suddenly the lift door opened and this man came charging in and accused me of not holding open the door for him. I retorted back that I couldn’t see anyone from my angle and he told me in a scathing way to forget it and asked me to stop talking! I was pissed and scared of this mad man who had kicked and hit the lift door furiously just now. I thought of what he could do to me as I was alone in the lift with him only. Even though there is a camera in the lift but if anything happens it would be too late. I quickly press the OPEN button and walked out but not without scolding him; “Mad man!”

This guy was really mad. Who in the right mind would pound the door so furiously??? I was very shaken and felt like crying and I just felt very harassed. I think I shall complain to the security management in writing. Even if it does not help I do not care, at least I brought to their attention. They can keep a lookout for him and review the camera.

Harassed… Harassed…

Breathe easy, breathe easy, breathe easy.

Should I take the stairs now instead????

Someone said I should have held the door open and pop my head outside to see what’s happening. Point is I cannot even hear what he’s shouting. Point is I am rushing to work, I am NOT watching a "show". Point is, it's none of my business to be check out what's the commotion about.

Another said I should have just shown him my third finger.

Another one only managed an anticlimax comment "I see, I see".

People! Be more sympathetic, can??!