I have got to stop thinking about K. Have got to, have got to, have got to.

I have got to stop having these sweet dreams about K. Have got to, have got to, have got to.

I have got to stop hoping to see K. Have got to, have got to, have got to.

Right, it's official. I'm depraved.

For a hotel's standard, Grand Plaza Parkroyal had pretty mediocre-tasting food amongst just as mediocre service. Then again, I wasn't there for the food but the joy of just having lunch with the colleagues. The atmosphere, stress-relieving at the very least, and joyful, pretty much cancelled out the bland food.

Thank you, Mr A, lunchtime was an excellent hour for me.

Further to the previous entry...

Isn't it amazing how the boss' compliments and supposed good impression of one can unconcern one to the unfairness of being blamed for something one was not at fault for?

"You don't seem to have registered what I'm saying, Irda. Do you have anything to add?"

And the reply was a simple, "Only that I don't think it's fair to blame me for a mistake someone else did."

Oh, how praises can make me so indifferent about the injustice. Sometimes, I think that I can get through life just being praised. It helps filter out all the negative aura and leave you with memories of all the positive ones.

Thank you, Mr A, that meeting was a pleasant surprise. It did help me through the other one. *BEAMS*

To: All Lawyers & Staff,

Please be informed that a firm lunch has been arranged for tomorrow, Wednesday (27 April 2005) at Grand Plaza Parkroyal in view of Secretaries' Week.

Regards
[name of lawyer]

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Despite the fact that Secretaries' Week is long over, this is certainly something I'd go "Weee!" over. Heh, Mr Digicam, you shall be the centre of attention tomorrow okay?

When the working day is done...

You know, girls...

They want to have fun...

Yes, girls just wanna have fun.

- Triple Image; Hey Now (Girls Just Wanna Have Fun)

More photos were taken on another Saturday well-spent.

22nd April 2005

[Name of boss]

Dear Sir,

RESIGNATION WITH EFFECT FROM 22ND ARPIL 2005

I refer to the above matter.

As required by my contract of employment, I am hereby giving a month's notice of my intention to leave the firm. In this regard, my last day (excluding annual leave to be offset, if any) would be on Friday, 20th May 2005.

Rest assured that I will ensure the smooth transfer of my duties before leaving.

Thank you for your guidance over the months and I hereby wish [name of firm] and all its staff the very best in the present and future endeavors.


Yours faithfully,



Irdawathy Anuar

c.c. [immediate superiors]

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Weee!

In approximately 28 days, I can officially count myself as a liberated woman! Heh.

Gratitude from an astonished client (in reply to an advice I had sent out):

Hey! That was very efficient! Thanks!

Ahhh... Never have I seen so many exclamation marks in such a short sentence; and yet, very much got the point across, too. Made my day, it definitely did.

Sometimes, parents know you so well that it's disconcerting and, at the very least, scary.

Don't ever let me see you again because I swear I'll make your life hell.

And don't think I won't recognise your face just because I saw you for only a minute.

You sick fugly pervert.

I am currently in a state of euphoria right now for the start of a promising weekend is approaching and I am beginning to see those long-absent sparks of inspiration for my writing coming back.

To the rest, please pray for me.

To the judges, do be gentle; I'm a virgin. Heh.

Singapore Writers' Festival, here I come!

PS: You need to be able to read in between the lines. Go figure.

I deserve to be highly regarded, if even for only a day; for I managed to accomplish something my predecessors were not able to do. I managed to track down a Defendant and subsequently convince him to accept service of our Writ of Summons.

Excuse me while I revel in my success and intelligence. Heh.

"He loves your daughter but he's too shy to admit it. Tomorrow, we'll be at your home to ask for her hand in marriage."

So went the beautiful dream I had. Then I woke up and remembered the theory that dreams are opposite indications of the reality. So does that mean I don't have a future with K (not that there was even a slightest indication that there was a future with him before, by the way)?

On a different note, I'm having a bad case of writer's block. I haven't had anything to write about lately and I've lost all interest in journaling. I hope this is temporary.

I'm depraved. I'm moody. I'm inspiration-less. This entry is senseless.

All hail PMS.

Rose: ...By the way, I was watching the news last Saturday. Wasn't that your mum on t.v.? The one being interviewed on behalf of NDC?

Me: (excitedly) Yeah, it was!

Rose: (in Malay, proud that she could recognise my mother) I thought it was! I was telling my family and my husband said the lady did look familiar. It was your mum, indeed!

Me: (in Malay) Yeah! The funny thing is the person in question, as well as her family, didn't get to watch it. We thought it would be broadcasted last Sunday instead.

Comment: Congratulations, Ma. Your brief shot at fame and you didn't get a chance to see it happening. Better luck next time! Heh.

I miss you like crazy
Even more than words can say
I miss you like crazy
Every minute of every day
(Boy) I'm so down when (you're) not around
I miss you, miss you, miss you
I miss you like crazy

- Moffatts; Miss You Like Crazy

There, the chorus says it all. It's been, what, almost half a year since I'd even seen K, let alone talk to him (rather, acknowledge him. We hardly even talk). And as much as I hide my disappointment to others, I cannot lie to myself and pretend it's fine I don't get to see him. No, it's not fine; neither is it "not a problem because you'll see him again next week". Because chances are, I won't see him again.

In the words of a very famous philosopher-wannabe cum colleague (who was dishing out these words to someone else then), "How to be friends like that? Talk also never!" In a Singlish sort of way, she did make sense. But to be friends, we need to strike up a conversation and to do that, we need to meet, no?

Like that, how?

Babes gracing Amirans' Cafe (L-R): Azizah and Irdawathy

Yes, the day before was definitely one which was well-spent. I've said it before and I'll always say it again... Being tired has never felt this good. Heh.

More here.