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We, the people in my block, are getting so bored in the evenings that we resort to walking up and down the aisle visiting each other. Which is sad. You see, people in the-place-next-to-the-place-with-the-haka rest really really early - like 4.30pm early. And it gets dark by 6.30pm so your body clock really screws up because you keep thinking that it's real late when it's not. Especially when in Singapore, it's two hours earlier. Like you there would have just left camp or school or wherever the crap you study/work at. And you wouldn't even have thought of dinner. I'm already thinking of sleep.

I became depressed enough to nap for a while after dinner today. Gosh. I think when you have only a small group of people living together, it gets rather claustrophobic. Claustrophobic in the sense that you can't just walk away or avoid some minute detail that you do not like. And as a guai lan person, you'd just be really affected by it. Darn.

Anyways, we received bad news of another screw up today. Not exactly our fault, but it was quite an impact nonetheless. When you have been in my line long enough, you'd realise that everything is your fault even if it isn't really. Because we are supposed to be the perfect people churning out things while mindless people just use them and chuck them somewhere. -insert vicious swearword-

Everything's still kind of vague now because we are unable to move. They only allow us to go in on 29th, and it kind of slows us down a bit. We can't really see, and we can't really rush ourselves, which is frustrating. In Singapore, we were all so used to working till our butts stuck to the chair, but right here, it's almost as if they were forcing us to move them to the malls. Hmmm..

I need some contact before I go crazy. Haix.