i know, i said i wouldn't be blogging. but since i'm somehow spacing out facing my lappy, i figured, might as well blog a lil.

hickeys. layman terms-love bites.

how should i react when i am happily eating my noodles at lunch and suddenly my colleagues talk bout hickeys and how they are terrible at it?

and she is like 30+ with a 5 yr-old son?

call me conservative, for i am. but to listen to someone of her age rattle on how she simply couldn't make that love mark on her husband and yada yada on her sex life? spare me!!!

but she is a cute lil woman lah...

and the other accounts girl, she is a malaysian. very nice girl too...but her english is very the broken till i think my "i is" statements aren't that terrigible.

for example, she was talking bout salary the other day when she wanted me to complie the staff's mc and leave forms onto a spreadsheet.

she: you do for me this, then i can do the salalee k.

me is thinking, what is salalee..it sounded like sara-lee, and the cake brand immediately sprang into my mind. what was she thinking? we just had lunch leh!

just as i was about to ask her, she showed me the cheques and forms which i therefore concluded, salalee is actually salary. goodness me.

if u guys didnt know by now, i'm working at this building 3 busstops away from my house. its called northlink and its very factory shophouse like. and the admin lady the other day told me boss prefers us in office wear when i asked her bout the dress code.

kns. i everyday go work ma chiam fashion show, while the others look so sloppy. damn...i'm slowly starting to dress down...wear so nice also no handsome guys to flaunt to mah! though i must add, there are young and yandao chaps driving BMWs and Benz around the building. heehee.

my boss is loud and he stinks. his engerand totally sucks yet he wanna argue and converse in engerand. disgrace doesnt seem to be in his dictionary. ever wonder how other ppl might be laughing at ur poor use and pronounciation of the words? at least i know, i do.

the hardest expression, is the facade i put on my face to tell you i don't care anymore
the loneliest feeling of all, are the times when i still think of you