it’s been a happy happy week. i’ve never knew working could bring so much joy and experiences. i’m learning something new everyday, and though i got teased and get called "cannot make it" five times a day, but amazingly, i’m still rather happy.

despite that the fact that i have to key and check up hundreds (okay im exaggerating here :D) of ICs a day,
despite the fact that whatever that comes out of my mouth arent always something intelligent and most of the times undelibrately funny and dont make any sense,
despite the fact that i never interact with any girls,
despite the fact that the pay is bloody darn low,
despite the fact that i have to wake up at 549am everyday,
despite the fact that i’m always brooding over what to wear for the next day,

i’m actually excited about everything. picking out outfits, entering data, snatching papers out of people’s fingertips, enjoying my window seat with views of the carpark, high-rise buildings that i drooled about working, and workers doing construction work. about what to have for lunch, where to eat, finding places in the overly-packed coffee shops, crossing those lengthy roads, swinging our passes, riding the lifts, clacking around the office in my heels, having people coming by my seat to talk to me, and a temp staff who’s leaving soon treat us to cupcakes today! even the parts whereby i got teased, laughed and insulted at was pleasantly enjoyable. i had lost the number of times that i laughed today :)

it had been a good week! and here i sat, drinking my leftover honey milk tea from yesterday, feeling strangely contented. i dont mind this feeling staying for a while; i really could get used to this.