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Touchbase + arvo update

Sorry I haven't been 'good' at updating. I don't have much of an excuse really. Not that I didn't try to put in a post but it was just timing I suppose.

I'm still here. Just got back from a rather nice family island getaway (tell you more about a little later) and trying to kick off this sickness I've been having since before the vacation (the flu and I don't mix well). For now, I'm back at work and will be trying to get into the groove. More updates to come!

Till then, hope everyone's doing fine.


Update @ 3.02pm

You know, I was feeling crappy mainly due to my flu today. But the best part of this whole crappy s**te (not going to directly swear coz I'm fasting today) was that I somehow managed to 'confront' one of my "friends" in the office on why she is not talking to me. I swear, it was like I did not exist! The funny thing was this... apparently one day about TWO WEEKS ago, I spoke to her about work in a loud voice and she has it in her mind that I 'tengking' (scolded) her. I don't remember being angry at her so it was definitely news to me! Because of that, she did not want to talk to me and I suppose she decided she hates me for it too. My GOD! What are we, in highschool?!

At first I said I was sorry if I did offend her but after that... you know, I just came to a point of not-caring-anymore. I felt upset that SHE of all people (one of the CLOSEST friends I made at work - and I rarely make friends at work) would mistake my loudness for a scolding. It's not like she hasn't seen how loud I could be! That was when I said these words to her...

"Next time, if you are angry at me for something, I would appreciate you actually telling me about it and not just keeping quiet. I don't like that! I thought we were friends and I'm sorry if I offended you. But if you don't want to be friends, then it does not matter to me at all."

And with that, the friendship sank like the very Titanic. I truly canNOT be bothered anymore with people who think oh-so-highly of themselves enough to think that they are not to be spoken to in a loud voice. I grew tired of these nonsense way back in highschool k! Please, keep your sensitivity at home where it belongs. DO NOT BRING IT IN MY FACE WHILE WE'RE AT WORK. I am not here to cater to your whims and fancies.

My point is, dear friends, if I did do anything wrong, please by all means tell me what I did wrong. I may not have done it knowingly. If you know me, you know how oblivious I can be. But do not, I beg of you, do NOT go around talking behind my back while ignoring me AND while I, like an idiot, treat you like my good friend thinking that there's nothing wrong between us. I would like to repair the bridge while there's still hope left but please do not take it for granted because as far as I'm concerned, I am not a doormat!


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