
I hate to worry. But I worry anyway. Growing up close too my parents means that their worries are mine. And after a while I learned to make decisions to solve problems.
Right now I resent the fact that I have calm my father down because of my brother's mistake. it's unfair that I get to get lectured over my brother's mistake. That when they make mistakes I get the back lash. When I have to take up and play the middle person to negotiate. It distresses me.
Deep down inside, I wish ppl would talk to each other. That they are mature enough to put aside their ego and actually speak to each other. By not using harsh words or emotional manipulation. I am pretty sick and tired of that. I have to medite talks btw a lot of ppl and that gets to me sometimes.
Why couldn't you talk to ppl the way you wish ppl to talk to you? Is it so difficult to hold your words and try to listen to their point of view? To discuss instead of fighting. To stop acting like kids, pointing at each other screaming, "It's his fault!!"
I am tired. Later ppl.
Love,
Julie
PS: It's 11.30 am. lol. Addendum: Pet and I talked about it and he decides to deal with it himself with me assisting. I am so proud to have him as my favorite brother :)
As TJ asked, 'Why is my new layout so bright and airy?' Maybe cause I designed the page on the first day of my boss's long leave. The idea of not having him about makes me happy. It lifts a great burden off my shoulders.
I hate to say this but after that particular incident of interrogation, I have just lost the spirit. I cringe internally everytime he comes near my cubicle. *shrugs* I guess no one ever scared me that way before. The shock has yet to wear off.
And I have lost my voice in the office:) Ppl wondered why. I used to be so cheerful and friendly at work. Now all they get are friendly smile and a nod. Sometimes I wonder if they even remember my voice anymore. I only talk about work and if there are any work related discussions going on. How boring....
On the plus side, now I have more responsibility to my mercenary in SOL. I have my project paper for my class. I got an exam on Tuesday. I have office project. And I have my friends. Yes, my cups runneth over indeed. Although I am mostly tired, my friends keeps me happy :)
That's it. I am too tired to continue. LOL. Later :)
Love
Julie
I have loved this group for a long long time. And I remember the time when I'd play the cassette again and again. Their tune is just.... wonderful. It makes me want to curl up in a warm chair and day dream.
*walks away to day dream*
Love,
Julie
Look at my layout :) Yey! New layout in place and I did it at work with the excuse of practicing my web coding o/ Heh, I like it when the company pay me to do my own thing :D lol. Yes but for my current web project, it wouldn't be as easy or as light hearted. Bah, now I have to do the R&D stuff. I wonder..., if I like IT work so much, what am I doing in the R&D department again??
So what do you think of this new design. It's still pretty simple. I have limited time anyway. Scheduled work you know ;) I have to re-read all thing web thingy again. Argh...!!
Later ppl.
Julie
Work is picking up again. Stuff in coming. Programming to do/re-do. Gaah... I just told Dragon (one of the SOLer that I can assist him in non-programming stuff cause I am too lazy to code or read code). God has plenty sense of humor :P I have to prepare my group project, hehe I am suppose to prepare the Introduction to Claims Management of Company XXX. And as a Team Leader, I look at the team member status and write a daily report to keep track of them (I keep dossier) and prepare a Team Update e-mail/msg for them. Yeah..., work is picking up indeed.
There, my current status :D And this link is for Pet since he rarely call anymore :P Are Parent issues ruining your love life. See, I love you that much that I scoure the web for the answer to your problems ;) Kidding darlin, but read it. It might help.
See ya later pp. Take care and behave ;)
Love,
Julie
The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise.
Alden Nowlan, 1933-1983
Canadian Poet
Friends!
Annie
Boon
Fabian
Hani
Jean
Maz
Munira
TJ
Yu San
Nina
Missy
Pet