Bored shitless
Bloody bored shitless at the office right now. Not that there's nothing to do, but rather I just can't be bothered to get anything done. I'm still studying for this Friday's exam, should be able to finish it up using whatever time I have down here.Noisy Indian woman is still at the next desk, humming her noisy indian songs. Seriously, when will this bloody end? The only sane one is the fat MSN queen behind me. She's thoroughly enjoying herself just chatting the whole day, I seriously wonder how come they haven't fired her yet.That's not to say that I'm doing a whole lotmore work than her, but it's just that I'm an intern, seriously, and there's really not much point firing me is there. Unless I get caught for stealing things like mice, and thumb drives. I was thinking of the hard disk though. There's quite a few spare ones just lying around, waiting for me to slot them into my bag.Shall supress the klepto in me, for today.It's been fun having Victor Pablo around. He's been giving the smelly dog something else to be interested in other than his ball of tail. Hmm Victor Pablo could well be used as a disciplinary tool, to keep the pooch in check and let him know that he's no longer the only pet in the house, and that if he decides to screw around some more, he's out on his furry ass. He probably won't last the night, considering the two strays in the area are constantly out for this small ass.The gf's taken ill... poor girl. Hope she gets better soon. Note to self: never never never say ok to vegetarian food at a wedding if given a choice. Stick to normal everyday sumptious crustaceans and weird creatures.
Quote of the Day
thats like 40mins of ringing to a sleeping person lah ok
-- El Sophiasaurus
Talents
I think I would like to have a talent. I think it'll be fun to have a talent, to actually do something that you can safely say, yeah.. I can do this shit pretty decent.
But then again.. hmmm.. well I do! I can snort one of the longest lines with only one nostril! Especially since I can only USE one nostril. But that's in the past. I need a new talent.
Dammit.. this sucks. There's nothing that people will be interested in. Oh well tough luck, I'll just stick to kicking the dog.
That Peculiar Smell
There's a peculiar smell emitting from a lot of the people in this office. When I first came here, I narrowed it down to that particular specimen of unhygienic homo-sapiens from a certain country termed the "Middle Kingdom". We all know their level of hygiene. I'm not sure about how it permeates into the bedroom as well, but I'll rather just leave that obscene and repulsive thought right there, and pursue it no further.
In any case, as I was strolling in from the restroom this morning, after a satisfying and stress-relieving excretory experience, i passed by a person from our very own homeland. He smelled exaclty the same as the others. I coiled back in horror from the intense smelliness of his smell... imagine how bad it is, when I've just shat the shit of my life, and it's overpowered and over-run by the odour of his oral cavity.
This leaves me to conclude that if anyone stays here long enough they'll start smelling like each other. Hence, I need to get out of this shithole. I know that some of the Middle Kingdom people are alright, and blah blah blah... but I honestly don't give a shit. They stink, they're annoying, they're cheats, they're crass, they're smelly.. once again, and they have no fucking morals. Well, worse morals than I do.. and I have pretty fucking bad morals.
Anyways.. my mum found a hammy yesterday! I went to get a cage for him.. I think I shall name him Victor. Or Pablo. Votes anyone? It's a guy, so no names like Hello Hammy.. or any shit like that. Also, no friggin Chinese names like Lai Fu or Bao Long.. like what the hell man. Maybe, we should call him Dogster. Hmmmm....
Why Cry? Don't Cry Lah...
Sibeh_Boi is in the office right now, letting the mp3's run, trying to drown out the drone of the tick-tock time machine.
The song, Crying In The Rain, is playing. Sibeh_Boi is sibeh confused. Why why why why why??
(My thoughts are in the brackets)
&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*
I'll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me
(SIBEH POOR THING.. SIGH)
I've got my pride and I know how to hide
All the sorrow and pain
I'll do my crying in the rain
(HUH?? U DO THAT FOR WHAT? SIAO AH)
If I wait for cloudy skies
You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes
(ORRRHHH.. NOW THEN SAY.. CHEH)
You'll never know that I still love you
So though the heartaches remain
I'll do my crying in the rain
(STILL DON'T GET IT ... WHAT THE HELL DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE... HEART STILL PAIN RIGHT? THEN?)
Raindrops falling from heaven
Will never wash away my misery
But since we're not together
I'll wait for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you'll never see
(NOT SIBEH POINTLESS MEH.. HELLOOOOO. IF SHE DOESN'T SEE THE TEARS, THEN YOU HIDE FOR FIAKS!!!)
Someday when my crying's done
I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But till then, darling, you'll never see me complain
I'll do my crying in the rain
I'll do my crying in the rain
I'll do my crying in the rain
I'll do my crying in the rain
(SERIOUSLY... BAH... WHATEVER LAH)
This is rather hilarious... Da Butcha sent the link to me
SUPER QUOTESJust an excerpt..."I'm going to graduate on time, no matter how long it takes."- Rodney So'oialo, Hurricanes, on University.It helped me to take my mind off things and relax for a bit at work... we all know how stressful work can get.1 hour more to go before i knock off.. can't wait.... I'm blogging and surfing the net to kill time. Stressful.
World Cup has ended. On its third day.
I hate the World Cup. I wanna go to Bangkok. Why must there be the World Cup now.
Fuck. I'm sleepy, pissed, depressed and very broke. Why must there be a World Cup.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck a million times over. Fuck^100000000000
If Fuck = 1, then that was so pointless.
World Cup = Lack Of Sleep = Depletion Of Funds
This World Cup is an exciting one for me, since the last major international tournament, the Euro, had to be given a miss due to unforseen circumcisions. The first couple of dicks of football has been pretty orgasmic. We've seen nations like Trinity & Tobacco hold the Swedes to a goal-less draw, while Ecuador got the batter of Poland. Ivory Coast were unlucky not to have cum out of their opening game with a better result. On the other end of the spectrum, it's been a tough couple of days for me, the football fan. I'm becoming delirious from the lack of sleep, and the prospect of having to go to work on that amount of sleep for the next whole bunghole. I'm thinking of screwing the internship and changing my sleeping habits. This only comes once every four years. What's more impotent, the World Cup, or an internship. Seriously. This should be a good topic for the weekly church semens. Portugal's gonna face off with Ang Ku Kueh in about 4 folds of 10 minutes. I'm thinking of taking a 500 dollar crap on Ang Ku Kueh. I need divine intervention to get me out of this predicament. I'm sleepy and delirious. Need sleep. Damn you capitalism! I don't want to worrrrrrk!!!!!!
Leaving on a jetplane... or a freight train
My baby's leaving for KL in the morning. She's gonna be gone for only a couple of days, and I miss her already. Have a good trip hon, I'll miss you!! Get the Ramly burger recipe too... we'll put them out of business...
Butcher Says
"Selfish? My name Butcher leh.. selfish..."
Sigh
Chocolate Bubble Gum is weird.The human instinct has been conditioned to taste chocolate, swirl it about in one's mouth, get it stuck in between one's teeth, then swallow to finally shit it out. The human instinct has been conditioned to taste the sweetness of bubble gum, realise that it's too sweet to eat, and that it's only fit to chew till it loses its flavour. Unfortunately, shit is not a by-product. I like to shit.Combining both entities results in the following process:Chew.Taste.Think "Oh chocoloate!"Let gum slide to the back of the throat, ready to swallow.Think "Oh shit, fucking hell, not real chocolate."Disappointment and confusion.
first roach in my room. din last 5 mins from the time i saw him.
wat's happening... why must it be so?his hind two legs dismembered by our national pride and joy, the Straits Times.
I can't seem to get through.. I hear silence... jarring silence...
he fell to the floor after some random blows. he crawled. he did, he crawled.
My guard has revived itself .. but why? Is it 'cos yours is? It needn't be this way... why?
it was pathetic and futile. there was really nothing more he could do. i ended his misery. did i play God? Is that playing God?
Please, dear.. respond...
Today was the second time since I started my internship that I was actually busy. However, as I waltzed through the assignment, which was more time-consuming than anything else, I realised that this really isnt' what I want to do.
Sure, everyone's saying that you just HAVE to get used to it, because this is gonna be your life for the rest of your life (i.e. if you die before the universally-accepted retirement age). Really a matter of a chore over choice.
Fucking fledgling foetal careers that we're supposed to carve out by living on a little more than a couple thousand banana notes a month. Where is the fucking point in that. During the internship they call it an allowance.. my parents give me a fucking allowance, not you blood-sucking scum of the fucking nefarious world of corporate ding-nads. More amazingly, this allowance is recommended by our beloved insitution of higher learning so as to standardise things. Well, I guess that's alright then, since companies are giving all of us an enormous chance at the high life by employing interns to do the jobs of part-timers at 20% of the wages, then gliding through with the vicious cycle by making fuck-ass comments like "busy? need an intern?" Well fuck all of you.
I'm gonna live in the hope that someday I'll be able to get out of this cycle that confines myself to an office chair, one with rollers and an ergo-fucking-nomic design, 10 hours a day. Gotta work towards that.
Another day tomorrow. Countdown to the weekend. T-3 and counting....
Ball Slam = Menstrual Cramp?? and that fucking kid....
Went blading and cycling with the girlfriend and her mum and some of their little friends from the church. It was supposed to be a nice lil Sunday morning activity to enjoy the fresh air and to get some good exercise / moderate movements into our busy schedule. Well, busy for some at least.
And a kid had to piss me off by cycling into me. Seriously how fucking dumb can that be? I, according to some, look like a fridge. Why would anyone in their fucking right mind cycle into a bloody fridge?
However, my hats off to the kid.
Gave my this nasty gash on my shin, which my ever-filled-with-sweetness-and-caring gf helped to dress.. thanks hon, I would've just left it and stained my sheets and comforter and not have given two shits about it honestly. 
Sadly for that kid, we spotted him at MacD's, and my baby was NOT pleased at all. She ran the little runt out of the restaurant just by shouting "Oi, YOU!!" and giving him the LOOK, as can be seen above.
On another note, I'm still puzzled by the perennial question "Does having menstrual cramps feel like being slammed in the nuts?" No fucking clue...
Chanced upon this video today. Fucking hilarious
"I face pressure, you face pressure.."
Are You Sure You Don't Have Secrets?
Some drama at the workplace this morning. A colleague found out that his girlfriend was cheating on him. Well, technically, she was only keeping a secret. So does that make a secret a lie?
I was pondering the issue of keeping secrets.
Due to the lack of time at work to ponder, I shall ponder later on. However, one thing that I cannot get out of my head, is whether it's easier to keep a secret, or to spill the secret.
Why can't everyone just be honest with each other?
Because.
A letter from one of the admin staff at the office. Wat the fuck man.. these people are really like children.. feeding the ants??!?! I thought we grew out of keeping ants as pets cos we realised they weren't as loyal as dogs...
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Dear All,
Our cleaning auntie has discovered a number of times that we often leave the sugar container wide open and we don’t close the lids on the container.
This morning, our cleaning auntie found the sugar container wide open again, with ants crawling in the sugar. If the situation gets worse, we will have to call in pest controls again.
PLEASE PLEASE try to keep the pantry clean, by helping to pick up any food left on the table, cleaning up any spilled sugar or beverages and sealed up all food properly.
-selene
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Home is where the heart is
Soph and I were talking about how she's so accident-prone that in future our home furniture would have to be filed down so that there are no sharp edges and what not.
I suggested this instead......
