December 07, 2007
Wondering why she stayed in such denial
Emo much?
This song is dedicated to those who still reminisce about past relationships and wonder whether they've done the right thing by parting ways with former lovers.
Remember, every girl has to meet a series of Mr Wrongs to meet Mr Right.
Well, that's just another proverb we all are no stranger to. Mr Right? Pfft. As if they're not already a rare breed to begin with, I think that they are being pushed to the brink of extinction due to social change and the lot. Just like codfishes. Wtf. Yes, I just compared members of the opposite sex to fishes.
Note: I don't mean to offend or degrade you guys. It's just a metaphor.
*pets
Ahem. I still play Human Pets on Facebook. Sometimes.
*shy wtf
Err. Because I hardly ever camwhore anymore, I'm posting an old picture of myself. Wtf. I shall regain my status as a camwhore and take pictures of myself to my heart's content! Someday.
*clears throat
I know what the few of you have wondered about before; why don't I secretly blog in the office when the boss isn't present? Am I really that busy? Well, yes, but not all the time. You see, my boss must have had experiences with trainees who often take advantage of the facilities provided because...
This is where F, my one and only female colleague (aside from the boss), sits. Please take note of the monitor's position.
And this is where my other two colleagues (males) sit. Notice the position of the monitor?
Now, now. This is where I sit. Now, do you understand why I don't blog in the office?
Sesiapa pun boleh nampak segala yang saya laku.
=.=
No privacy sial.
On the other hand, let me ask you something. To those of you who have acquired jobs in offices before; ever arrived at the office even later than your boss?
I have.
Thanks to the bumper-to-bumper crawl at the Damansara toll which trapped me for approximately 45 minutes. Or more.
Long before I reached this toll, I was already stuck in the super long queue, which resulted in three rows of vehicles cramped together on a two-lane road. And at that time, I did not know the way to the office using the Kota Damansara way. Zzz. Therefore, I was left without a choice but to stick with the crawl.
Surprisingly, I was pretty calm and jolly throughout the ridiculous congestion. That's quiet a rare feat because apparently, I am one of those drivers who suffer from road rage. Hoho.
*wiggles eyebrows
Well, maybe a little.
When YL does not censor a stranger's car number plate, there is a reason; this is an ultra cibai driver.
If you think that you've met enough cibai drivers on the road in the USJ area or wherever you're staying at, the "fast and furious" ones from the highways are, more often than not, unbelievably ridiculous. What did this "hero" do? Tsk tsk. First, he or she tailgated me to the max. Please observe, as shown in the picture, that there's already a car not very far ahead. Also, if I were to drive anymore faster, my car would have kissed the other car's derriere. When I refused to budge, he or she swerved to the middle lane and did what you could already foresee; squeeze in between of my car and the one in front of me and causing me to stomp on the brakes.
Wtf?
=.=
Okay. Correction; not only cibai but uber dumb as well.
What's the point of doing that if he or she can't go any faster as there are other (slow-moving) cars ahead?
*palms forehead
I know the cyberworld may be smaller than one thinks. But, really, if this driver is someone you know, please do advise him or her to be more careful and considerate on the road. More specifically, do not pull this kind of stunt anymore. Luckily, I'm not some vengeful, big and burly samseng. If not, GG. But, actually, that's not the main concern. You know what old folks always say; if you endanger yourself, then it's your problem but don't endanger others as well.
Okay. This is the end of my grandmother story.
Back to my story. Wtf.
My job is to help my boss launch this line of handbags into the market. Obviously, the targeted customers are not of every age. These are, as what Ms. Y calls them, Datin bags.
FYI, I'm not promoting anything here okay.
If you think my job is easy, you're sorely mistaken.
T.T
This is one of the least formal-looking handbag among the lot.
Cute kan? But, this one has to be sent for dry-cleaning. Hohum.
Obviously, I'm not posting any picture of the one that I'm planning to buy because there's only one left in the whole of Malaysia. Wtf. I'm serious. Hoho.
*big smiley face
Previously, I was 44kg. Within a week or so, I lost 2 kg. Today, I weighted myself again after consuming a hot dog, roti kosong and teh ais. I lost 1 more kg. Wtf? Incomprehensible!
Small things fascinate me.
Small things like this.
*big smiley face
I wonder what stopcock control means. Hoho.
Before renovation, the walls of my room are a mix of blue and pink. Now, it's pale yellow and bright yellow. Wtf. This is what happens when parents are firm believers of Feng Shui. Ptui. I like how they rhyme. Wtf.
P.S. Who the hell stole my glow-in-the-dark snowflakes? Rawr.
Good night.
Labels: BS, event, parents, pictures, work
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