Thursday, February 23, 2006
i know what di means by 'missing the noise - or rather the music'.
we have a job. and the main part of the job? well. warming the green desk-chairs for six hours straight is like, top priority. and, keeping the keyboard keys totally mobile by clicking away at it, for, you got it, six hours straight.
basically, it translates into slacking.
you're going, "aww. shuddup already."
but even I'm surprised that ill be saying this ever, but god, do i hate slacking. sucks as a job, sucks to do it six hours straight, sucks to have to watch our computer screens and listen to the whirr of the air-conditioner forever as the sands of time trickle s-l-o-w-l-y. -___-
okayy. we were just summoned to di's mom's office to help her out in chinese song titles. hahha.
enough of whining. now plaster a huge smile upon that dull face of yours.
anyway, its not that bad. at least me and di got to play stewpid games we never would have in normal busy life. like, shen-dan-lao-ren-bu-xu-dong! (translates to Santa Claus, Do not move!) god, i do suck at translating.
ahh shit, we even had an online conversation.
mind you, we were in such close proximity we could have reached out and touched each other.
but all the same, it was quite funny. i was in stitches a lot. hahhahhhahhahahhahah.
yesterday was my second date! wheeeeeeee. (this is for mab and ros to read. hhaha. so i dont have to answer too many questions on monday.)
we were at some arabian restaurant, Cool stuff !!
shared a itsy-bitsy meal, which came with its solo set of cutlery and straw, with the hibiscus drink. ahh, not everybody's as considerate as that SFC sugarcane guy.
walked through dark people-less alleys, and there was this part where there were 3 guys taking stupid shots of each other, and further down, there was an old man trying to photograph this cat. We-ird.
a lot of silences, awkward sometimes i guess.
and i was always the reason for all the quiet times. i remember me at one point, wishing more than ever i was born a loud girl, always chirping away. but nahhh. im me. sucha bad date.
but he was super gentlemanly. like always. all that saving me from dangerous vehicles, offering the cushions, the back-to-wall seats. blah blahh. he's always been like that since looooong ago. and its all goood.
once again, we four are throwing our stupiiiiidd work aside for some much-needed girlfriend-bonding. I MISS YOU ALLLLLL. (okayy. maybe i dont really miss di. HAHHAHA. KIDDING LAR. you are not allowed to punch me babuseng.) MONDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. me and mab and di are positively hating our jobs now. its funny to me now. hurrrr. and ros went mad with all her colleagues that day because it was just soooooo BUSY!!! (busy? what's that?)
SO. sooooooooooonnnnnnn. sooon we'll get back those dreaded (said-dread gradually ebbing away though.) As results. and then it'll be time for a change. and for decisions. life-changing decisions. S-caryyyy.
i used up about half an hour writing this entry!! wooo. this is a good time-waster. watch out for more and more frequent blog entries. yayy.
we have a job. and the main part of the job? well. warming the green desk-chairs for six hours straight is like, top priority. and, keeping the keyboard keys totally mobile by clicking away at it, for, you got it, six hours straight.
basically, it translates into slacking.
you're going, "aww. shuddup already."
but even I'm surprised that ill be saying this ever, but god, do i hate slacking. sucks as a job, sucks to do it six hours straight, sucks to have to watch our computer screens and listen to the whirr of the air-conditioner forever as the sands of time trickle s-l-o-w-l-y. -___-
okayy. we were just summoned to di's mom's office to help her out in chinese song titles. hahha.
enough of whining. now plaster a huge smile upon that dull face of yours.
anyway, its not that bad. at least me and di got to play stewpid games we never would have in normal busy life. like, shen-dan-lao-ren-bu-xu-dong! (translates to Santa Claus, Do not move!) god, i do suck at translating.
ahh shit, we even had an online conversation.
mind you, we were in such close proximity we could have reached out and touched each other.
but all the same, it was quite funny. i was in stitches a lot. hahhahhhahhahahhahah.
yesterday was my second date! wheeeeeeee. (this is for mab and ros to read. hhaha. so i dont have to answer too many questions on monday.)
we were at some arabian restaurant, Cool stuff !!
shared a itsy-bitsy meal, which came with its solo set of cutlery and straw, with the hibiscus drink. ahh, not everybody's as considerate as that SFC sugarcane guy.
walked through dark people-less alleys, and there was this part where there were 3 guys taking stupid shots of each other, and further down, there was an old man trying to photograph this cat. We-ird.
a lot of silences, awkward sometimes i guess.
and i was always the reason for all the quiet times. i remember me at one point, wishing more than ever i was born a loud girl, always chirping away. but nahhh. im me. sucha bad date.
but he was super gentlemanly. like always. all that saving me from dangerous vehicles, offering the cushions, the back-to-wall seats. blah blahh. he's always been like that since looooong ago. and its all goood.
once again, we four are throwing our stupiiiiidd work aside for some much-needed girlfriend-bonding. I MISS YOU ALLLLLL. (okayy. maybe i dont really miss di. HAHHAHA. KIDDING LAR. you are not allowed to punch me babuseng.) MONDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. me and mab and di are positively hating our jobs now. its funny to me now. hurrrr. and ros went mad with all her colleagues that day because it was just soooooo BUSY!!! (busy? what's that?)
SO. sooooooooooonnnnnnn. sooon we'll get back those dreaded (said-dread gradually ebbing away though.) As results. and then it'll be time for a change. and for decisions. life-changing decisions. S-caryyyy.
i used up about half an hour writing this entry!! wooo. this is a good time-waster. watch out for more and more frequent blog entries. yayy.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 5:17 PM.
