Friday, March 30, 2007
office moron
and here i am in the office still at such a gorgeous hour with my lava lamp and pc to keep me occupied.
why am i doing this to myself, i wonder. to be honest, i enjoy working AFTER working hours. The building's almost empty, i can scream and shout or even go naked for all i care and still continue to do paperwork. i can roll on the floor and leave foot marks on the wall after doing that handstand. no one's gonna know. unless of course, some lawyers return to this papersmelling office to clock in additional time costs to their 'takingohsoforever' workload.
i have to do up my own time costs too. but i hate doing it cos i have to keep track of what im doing by having this timekeeper sheet with rows and columns watnots, for us to fill up the no. of units we spend for whatever file number and matter description. most of the time i completely forgot to scribble down whatever stuff i had to do then, and by the end of the day, having to recall what i did.. like "what was that?? arr....what file no.?? tsk! how many units ahh?? shit! oh fish... alaaa 2 units lah!" if only i have someone to key in my time costs for me ...hmm...... -_-
pfft! dream on dac. go get your degree first.
speaking of 'dream on dac', that new flats at Punggol nice ar? The what? Tree-tops apartments? scheduled to be ready in 2011. cool. i hope to get married by 2011. hopefully. and to be given a choice, i would prefer not to have my hubby bubby to 'join' the family by staying with us at our present 5 room flat. its kinda weird. do i get the masterbed room or do i stay put at my own bedroom and chase my sister away? i dont want my parents to give up their own room of romance to her daughter and son-in-law.. if thats the case, where then will their new room of romance be?
anyway, i hope to have 7 kids. and a cat, Lucy.
*UrgggrgGURGUR!!GrrrruRGGGR!!! BANG BANG!!*
Oh thats my tummy making all the noise.
looks like huda needs her dinner. i suppose i shd start packing now.
*googles for shoes*
ouh...
maybe in 15 mins time...
why am i doing this to myself, i wonder. to be honest, i enjoy working AFTER working hours. The building's almost empty, i can scream and shout or even go naked for all i care and still continue to do paperwork. i can roll on the floor and leave foot marks on the wall after doing that handstand. no one's gonna know. unless of course, some lawyers return to this papersmelling office to clock in additional time costs to their 'takingohsoforever' workload.
i have to do up my own time costs too. but i hate doing it cos i have to keep track of what im doing by having this timekeeper sheet with rows and columns watnots, for us to fill up the no. of units we spend for whatever file number and matter description. most of the time i completely forgot to scribble down whatever stuff i had to do then, and by the end of the day, having to recall what i did.. like "what was that?? arr....what file no.?? tsk! how many units ahh?? shit! oh fish... alaaa 2 units lah!" if only i have someone to key in my time costs for me ...hmm...... -_-
pfft! dream on dac. go get your degree first.
speaking of 'dream on dac', that new flats at Punggol nice ar? The what? Tree-tops apartments? scheduled to be ready in 2011. cool. i hope to get married by 2011. hopefully. and to be given a choice, i would prefer not to have my hubby bubby to 'join' the family by staying with us at our present 5 room flat. its kinda weird. do i get the masterbed room or do i stay put at my own bedroom and chase my sister away? i dont want my parents to give up their own room of romance to her daughter and son-in-law.. if thats the case, where then will their new room of romance be?
anyway, i hope to have 7 kids. and a cat, Lucy.
*UrgggrgGURGUR!!GrrrruRGGGR!!! BANG BANG!!*
Oh thats my tummy making all the noise.
looks like huda needs her dinner. i suppose i shd start packing now.
*googles for shoes*
ouh...
maybe in 15 mins time...
Sunday, March 18, 2007
senselessness
**donny turned 24 ystrday! wheeee!! happy beberd day, donny darling!! and once again, we're two years apart... awesome! :D **
i met uncle donny earlier for our rollerskating date. me and my new skates. yes, dee..i ended up buying a pair of skates after all.... so many ppl at east coast today. we even bumped into his relatives! (luckily itu shorts i was in wasnt too flashy!) lots of munjens, matrips and minahrips (and their tents)...phillies and their bangla boyfriends.. all into healthy lifestyle.
and since the weather's all sticky-scorchy, theres no way am i skating in a pair of jeans or one of my 3 quarts. so before tt i had to look for a proper bottom..and in the process of my 'emergency shopping', i realised something.....
my thighs are enormous. *gulp*
the waist is alright, still within the 24-25 cm range, but the thighs?!!! the buttocks??! my jeans are all tight now...they're placed in my sister's wardrobe, for good. <-- a tip given by my health therapist.
so its just gonna be idra occupying my jeans..best part is, those levis fit her nicely even with the flat ass.
shes becoming a woman. and me? hippo-ish, waist down -_-
are there corsets for the thighs? i need those.
this morning i woke up to a series of nightmares. i dreamt about nizam walking hand-in-hand with 2 women. a PRC on the left and a melayu on the right side of him (which, in reality, is a fact) then my mom walking with some angmoh actor (can't remember his name) *faints*
then i saw donny with another distant friend of mine - he is clearly cheating on me!! idiot! i felt like pointing a gun at him then, but i didnt. i only had pepper spray with me.
so...feeling all traumatized and emotional abt donny's behavior, i walked away...and eventually stumble upon my friend ONA. the moment i saw her, i started bawling like a janda... going "how could he!?? how could he?!!" and as a result, i ruined her tudong with my tears. :P sorry babe! we sat down and started talking.....
then! takde angin takde ribot, 2 matsalehs and one hawt indian dude, came and sat in front of us lah! like as if nothing happened before that, we became friends..all of sudden one of the matsalehs stood up, kneeled down in front of me and said.. "will you marry me?"
PAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! Nonsense sia....!!
after that last scene, i just had to wake up. it was so overthetop! and plus...i had too much dried eyeshit accumulating at the sides.
*yawns*
work starts tmr. oh bummer.
i met uncle donny earlier for our rollerskating date. me and my new skates. yes, dee..i ended up buying a pair of skates after all.... so many ppl at east coast today. we even bumped into his relatives! (luckily itu shorts i was in wasnt too flashy!) lots of munjens, matrips and minahrips (and their tents)...phillies and their bangla boyfriends.. all into healthy lifestyle.
and since the weather's all sticky-scorchy, theres no way am i skating in a pair of jeans or one of my 3 quarts. so before tt i had to look for a proper bottom..and in the process of my 'emergency shopping', i realised something.....
my thighs are enormous. *gulp*
the waist is alright, still within the 24-25 cm range, but the thighs?!!! the buttocks??! my jeans are all tight now...they're placed in my sister's wardrobe, for good. <-- a tip given by my health therapist.
so its just gonna be idra occupying my jeans..best part is, those levis fit her nicely even with the flat ass.
shes becoming a woman. and me? hippo-ish, waist down -_-
are there corsets for the thighs? i need those.
this morning i woke up to a series of nightmares. i dreamt about nizam walking hand-in-hand with 2 women. a PRC on the left and a melayu on the right side of him (which, in reality, is a fact) then my mom walking with some angmoh actor (can't remember his name) *faints*
then i saw donny with another distant friend of mine - he is clearly cheating on me!! idiot! i felt like pointing a gun at him then, but i didnt. i only had pepper spray with me.
so...feeling all traumatized and emotional abt donny's behavior, i walked away...and eventually stumble upon my friend ONA. the moment i saw her, i started bawling like a janda... going "how could he!?? how could he?!!" and as a result, i ruined her tudong with my tears. :P sorry babe! we sat down and started talking.....
then! takde angin takde ribot, 2 matsalehs and one hawt indian dude, came and sat in front of us lah! like as if nothing happened before that, we became friends..all of sudden one of the matsalehs stood up, kneeled down in front of me and said.. "will you marry me?"
PAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! Nonsense sia....!!
after that last scene, i just had to wake up. it was so overthetop! and plus...i had too much dried eyeshit accumulating at the sides.
*yawns*
work starts tmr. oh bummer.
Monday, March 12, 2007
bumming at home
hey its a MOONIE NIE MON-DAY!
im sure my lovelies at work are dragging the hours this morning. Wish i could share the pain with u guys (really!) by turning up at the office today, but doubt that'll happen. I dont know how much leave i have now.. considering e fact that i've taken leave practically as and when necessary (sis not well, dad not well, mother's return, granny's checkup day, bf's off day *snorts*) hopefully i have a week plus more left?
im wondering if bon jovi, maroon 5, james morrison...or the backstreet boys (peheh! who am i kidding. backstreet boys is THE priority ya'll!) are gonna come down for a concert in spore this yr. Hopefully not in the next 2 months, cos im broke. or at least i owe the bank quite a bit. so technically im broke. i can't afford perrier (with lemon) now, just iced water and maybe a tinge of salt instead...
i drove a honda civic over the weekends.
very fast pick up. smooth steering. i feel short (whats new) cos the car is low. not too heavy changing of gears. driver can be prone to the fast&furious disease.
i get horned like 4 times in total. 3 times of which was around the streets at boon lay and bukit batok. the west drivers dont like me pretty much, i can tell! (bluek!) wait till i start driving the mrt!!! look who's your daddy now!!
ok the words in bold, i got that line from my brother. kids these days. wonder where they learn to say all these unacceptable phrases... back then for me was : "kau peh suar dalam ar!" (translate: your underwear ar!)
yah i know. no meaning. but see, my time was alot more milder. we curse each other's underwears and such. no daddys were hurt back then.
so ok. i gotta go stretch, shed my fur and have my morning bowl of milk. my master's coming home soon and i better act pretty.
meow.
im wondering if bon jovi, maroon 5, james morrison...or the backstreet boys (peheh! who am i kidding. backstreet boys is THE priority ya'll!) are gonna come down for a concert in spore this yr. Hopefully not in the next 2 months, cos im broke. or at least i owe the bank quite a bit. so technically im broke. i can't afford perrier (with lemon) now, just iced water and maybe a tinge of salt instead...
i drove a honda civic over the weekends.
very fast pick up. smooth steering. i feel short (whats new) cos the car is low. not too heavy changing of gears. driver can be prone to the fast&furious disease.
i get horned like 4 times in total. 3 times of which was around the streets at boon lay and bukit batok. the west drivers dont like me pretty much, i can tell! (bluek!) wait till i start driving the mrt!!! look who's your daddy now!!
ok the words in bold, i got that line from my brother. kids these days. wonder where they learn to say all these unacceptable phrases... back then for me was : "kau peh suar dalam ar!" (translate: your underwear ar!)
yah i know. no meaning. but see, my time was alot more milder. we curse each other's underwears and such. no daddys were hurt back then.
so ok. i gotta go stretch, shed my fur and have my morning bowl of milk. my master's coming home soon and i better act pretty.
meow.