He's on his way back from KL. Looking forward to hear his voice again, even for a few seconds.

I'm having a lil' crisis with the world now. My crisis is just a speck of dust in this world, but it still matters a lot to me.

I'm beginning to hate my job (what else is new?). I'm having yet another one of those uncoping periods. The thing about working at my place is, everyone has our ups & downs, the highs & the troughs, the coping & uncoping period. I was coping real well for a month, then comes this uncoping period.

I was looking forward to my leave next week, but I can forsee myself coming back on some days, and coming back on my next off day...all because of a human error I made 2 months ago. That's life, you just gotta clear the mess you've made. No one bothers that you're going to be on leave, and no one cares whether you've not gone on leave for 6 months, and that the 5 days away from office means the world to you. And it's the last thing that keeps you going before you collapse face down amidst the towering files.

Is this a test for me? Geez, I don't even have enough life experiences to deal with my own issues, let alone others'. I hate this sometimes.

I'm looking forward to being with him, not so much the wedding...but just having him by my side. There was a point of time, when decorating the baskets really served as a therapy for my ailing mind. But now I've run out of baskets, and making a simple phonecall to check on the status of the wedding cards, and getting the caterer to increase the no. of chairs have become such difficult tasks. I don't even have time to breathe at work, let alone plan for the wedding.

I'm beginning to hate this job. And the baggage that comes along with it.

Tomorrow's Sunday, and...forget it. I just want him back.