happy working sunday

working on sundays has never been a happy thing for me. i have to work from 9am to 6pm alone in the lab when most of the people are relaxing at home.

except for today.

on working sundays, i will get ready my own lunch, which is usually just bread and coffee, and get it over with in the lab. dont feel like leaving the lab alone, walking in and out of the lab where the whole area is so deserted that sometimes you can hardly even see a car driving pass on sunday afternoons.

but for today, he spent about 30 mins driving from his house to the lab, just to pack lunch for me.

other than packing lunch for me, he also became my guinea pig when i asked him to teach me how to draw blood..hahaa. thank god his blood test shows a totally normal result. not a thalassemia carrier like me :)

so far so good...hope everything is not just a beautiful dream

love?

things are happening very fast

we did talk to each other before through phone, because of work. but we have never met each other before until about 1 week plus ago during the annual dinner. on 13/12.

then we became friendster friends. and then we started sms-ing each other, and started chatting on msn.

we had our first date on 21/12.

and now he msgs me everyday.

i was out just now to meet evona, chee hou and eugene. and had to travel back home myself. it was already 10 plus pm. and i only managed to reach home around 11.30pm. within this period of time, he msged now and then to ask if i had reached home safely..until finally when i sent the msg saying dat i had reached home, then only he went to bed. which was already 12am plus.

all these happened within less than 2 weeks..so fast until i am confused. should i just go ahead with it? or should i keep a distance some how?

just hope that nothing bad will turn out. no casualties. and hopefully, a happy ending.

silly

..and thats me.

too nice to the people around me. too nice to the people that i care about. too nice to the people that i thought they deserve my care. what do i get in return? nothing.

are you really that forgetful? maybe. and maybe my expectation is a little too high. thats why i find it hard not to be angry when you make mistakes.

so back to the very beginning. it is me again who expect too much. it is me again who make my own life hard. yes it is all my fault.

my fault.

i m just silly.