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Saturday, July 26, 2008.


just barely 5 days more, and my intern contract will call it an end.

just when i thought i could leave with a joyous note, Lincoln (yes, that scumbag) stepped on my tail, yet again. this time, instead of directing the questions to me, he directed him.

alright, these few days lincoln kept seeing him walking with me - in the morning when we were buying breakfast, in the afternoon when i approached him in his counter, and when we walked home together.

so lincoln went to ask him what's our status, and asked if i am from NUS, whether i'm a student intern or a full time staff in RP. for pete's sake, if he knows i'm from NUS, does he still need to ask whether i'm a full time staff in RP (impossible) or a student intern?! ARGH. that's not all, lincoln asked him if he knows anything that happened to me in RP. WHAT?! okays, i did told him about it... but he told lincoln that he don't know and asked for reason, which then lincoln replied 'nah.. just want to confirm'.

EH, come on. what the fuck he meant by 'nahh.. just want to confirm?' AND he shouldn't even say that to him you see! if i didn't tell him about this incident, wouldn't this reply from lincoln spark up any curiosity or suspicious he will have on me?! furthermore, lincoln is the fucking discipline master in RP.

i was so pissed when i heard that. and i so much wanted to confront that fucking lincoln. i actually typed an email to him, letting him know that he could just direct any questions about me to me or my dept officer, instead of going around and questioning my colleagues from other depts about me! this is so ridiculous!

then janelle was telling me not to be rash, and i should seek opinion from others. okays, i did. and marilyn is going to talk to lincoln on monday. and i make sure i will slap words into his face on monday.

ANYWAY, i'm doing some hand made gifts for my colleagues, and yup. i think i will miss them. they're going to have a farewell dinner for me on tuesday, and they organised it at some western restaurant because they know i love fries and unhealthy food instead of japanese restaurant which is much more healthier. HAHA.

okays, its a very fruitful experience as a student intern in RP, and many friendships secured. (:

timbre tonight with nelson they all. (:

i hope it's goodfellas tonight.

ping ping posted at 16:27



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