Crying on my way home is not something that I'd like to do. It feels terrible inside and outside. Probably i should really change my job. I'm not cut out for sales... Like I'm wasting my time ding ding dong dong. I'm learning in a very slow pace. I think I'm not putting in efforts to learn too. Why do i love to cry so much? Don't see i so big size, I'm actually a little weak.
The amount of courage i plunged out to speak to you, the only thing you do was to laugh off. Show a little concern and ask me if something happened or just say something ma.... Oh, i forgot that you don't like to poke your nose into other people's business. Aye, shouldn't have spoke to you then.... I thought sensitive people like you would have sensed something's wrong.... Yes, i thought. ha ha ha... Only trying to ask for some comfort, but ended up telling a joke. I want to hide somewhere and stare into blanks for hours. I will be feeling better some days later.
They can tell when i don't feel good after being shoot indirectly. I didn't know about this. I always thought i hid my feelings well because i smile even though i don't feel good. I think they must be mind readers...
Sigh.........
After Chinese New Year... After the Chinese New Year break.........
I'll see what i can do.
Monday, January 21, 2008
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