Lost And Not Found.

my boss.

he forgot i applied for my leave verbally last week, mentioning to him while drinking during a outing that i am going to take my leave was another wrong move. he practically have no fragments of memories of me telling him till this very wednesday i jolt his memories with a firm tone.

he was totally raising my frustration with the sms he sent, not understanding the situation and mood i am in. i was playing with words on sms with him and great, he still do not get it.

Me: "seriously, boss. i told you thrice i be on leave."
Boss: "yup, it slip my mind."
Me: "great, those sms you sent was pissing me off."
Boss: "i do not manage you only, i am managing a whole lot of people."

classic. this calls for forgivness and understanding from a surbodinate. i accept.

work on a birthday gift for my little girl for a whole day. emotions was like a dj equalizer. eyes was filled with sands, it was hurting, thus resulting in tears dropping.

night came, dress up for a dinner. pick my queen up, lose my 2 weeks old Iphone while travelling on a cab was amusing.

Me: "erm, my phone is officially announce lost."
Queen: "fuck, where did you lose it? all you alright?"
Me: "i think after you spoke to G and pass it back to me on the cab."
Queen: "what should we do? omg, this is so unlucky."
Me: "we shall carry on with dinner, a lost is a lost."
Queen: "i am so unlucky, you are affected by me."
B: "a couple is a couple, you two make a great one too."

frankly, i think so too. queen picks a phone, spoke on it. pass it back to me when i was busy doing some adjusting on the cab was not a very smart move. blame will not be place. like i mention, i am a veteran. losing things no longer affects me. i just accept the way it is. what more can be done? even if i get angry and sad, a day would be a day, a lost would be a lost.

Uncle R came too for some fine dining. i am always impressed by him, his command of languages, his sound advices, the way he potray himself. at times, you be surprised at the way he party, youngsters stand aside. he is the true party animal.

Equinox was as usual, a place for fine dining, very nice ambience comes with a price tag of $1k for a 7 person. it was a celebration for G and his wife for their anniversary. meals were served, food was great, ambience was good. queen was definately enjoying her moment.

dinner end, photos was taken and wine was savour by all.

i am still a veteran in lost and not found...

Our Very Own "Chairman"

i wouldn't be awake at 7.30am if not for my father requiring aid, to ask for some help in a job. Sunday is a sacred day, a day where i would enjoy my own activities, or recuperate at home. i am hell of a son. anything for my dad. went for breakfast, and what the fuck wrong in the morning?

nature gone crazy. heavy storm, rain pelting the car furiously, the wind doing thier very best in toppling me as i proceeded to the nearest coffeeshop with my parents. even under shelter, they provide no signs of giving up. a hot cup of milo and steaming hot prata went cold after 5mins.

working on sunday was tough and i have to emphansize, i am a very good son. anything for my dad. yes, it's ok. i need no praises, but fuck you if you are giggling.

queen was literally piss because she doesn't understand the facts that waking up at 7.30am and working till 3pm was a word spelt, capped, bold.

T I R E D

Me: "finish helping my dad, and i am very tired. i will not be coming."
Queen: "you do not want to accompany me? you should come NOW."
Me: "nope, i am very tired. i woke at 7.30am and just ended."
Queen: "so? no lunch with me and no time spend together?"

throwing her tantrum ordering me, yes i mean ordering because her tone was loud and she was very firm on the word NOW. i r & r her. rejected and refused. i didn't know if there is part 2 because sleep save me from utterly nonsensical conversations. knowing i would be piss if i was reminded of the afternoon segment, she put on her best behaviour when i rise from my deep slumber and dial her number.

changing into some soccer gears, i went to meet up with the crew. much to my surprise, queen and gang were be joining for some laughters.

our dear R was busy doing videos, camera shots for us. every single moment was capture.

30mins into games, singlets were flying all over. sweats flowing down from head to toe, wet boxers and underwears were part and parcel but i have never expected our G to take bribes..

G was our goalkeeper, he was practically throwing every single ball to the opposition after an hour of the game. tireness and exhaustion have overcome his body and even his mind! to him, everyone was a friend. 3 consecutive throw in the middle to a opposition, a SHOT, a SAVE and FALLING into the net and there it is. 3 points for them. 6 consecutive goals slowly ensure the opposition are in the lead.

everyone was rolling on the field laughing, T was shaking his head, laughing at our dear G who have only done soccer twice in his life or even exercise once a year.

T: "how much did the other team pay you?"
G: "fuck, i am tired."
T: "you are a hole."

many more comments were made, laughters from the side and on the pitch were non stop. no matter how well i describe it, you need to be on site to really understand the situation that is putting stiches into our very stomach.

G was no longer aware of anything, his only objective than and there was to get a chair and sit. trinkling down his body, sweat flows, slowly forming a human puddle below his chair.

he was our "chairman" that night, refusing to move till the 2hrs is up. he was a sight to behold!

thanks to R, photographs, videos will ensure we will remember this night.

this very night, our very own "chairman" was deliver to us.

and his prize award winning speech was...

i have transfer all my bribes back. i am clean...

Pink And Blue?

dragonboat was a routine for me now every Saturday.

there really nothing much to write about on this very Saturday till my queen decided to lose her handphone would be a great inspiration for me. what a sweet girl she is, sacrifice for the greater good.

Queen: "i lost my phone! you have the cab number?"
Me: "no, why would i have the cab number?"
Queen: "i am still able to call my hp."
Me: "great, soon it will be off."

by not keeping calm, and being rational. she goes into a hysterical speech that goes on and on and blabbering till i stop her with a firm tone and take control. i quickly assess the situation, dial comfort lost and found department, sending sms to her phone ensuring a prize would be there for any return.

bottom of my heart, i know perfectly. it's gone for good. call me a loser. i am experience in losing stuff, i am what you call a veteran in that. my records are here to show why i am a veteran.

wallets - 10 and above
mobile phones - 5 and above
cash - 4k and above (with 1.1k for a single time at the wall of fame right now)
identity card - 5 (every lost now on will be have a fine of $500 and a swear to follow)

i was presented with a verbal warning from the officer when i went for my 5th IC.

Officer: "we will change your pink IC into a blue IC should you lose it again."

seriously, a pink IC is a ugly color for sure. changing it into a blue IC for me would represents, my boyish favourite color. i am a unique singaporean with a unique singapore color IC. except for the facts blue means PR?

thats a reason i never ever carry my girlish IC out now, i will not exchange my citizenship for PR even sacrificing for my boyish favourite color.

a queen without a mobile was devastating. she was still in a very hopeful mood until she cut the line off. there it goes, all hopes gone. accept the reality. that definately not good news for me after much thought. she proceeded in checking out new phones with her limited knowledge of phones, filling me on which is a good phone, the prices and stuff. i knew what was coming.

instincts kicks in, ear block was on, fear was surpressed.

the night ended with our last conversation revolving around a ugly phone.

Sony W995...

Land Training.

dozing off during work, is something i never want. no matter how hard i try, i manage to get my boss to knock twice on my desk and shake his head. i am no hero, nor a rebellious kid. he have warn me multitudinous times.

Boss: "how many times i have to tell you not to doze off in a day."
Me: "enough to make you mad i guess."
Boss: "you are in perfect line of sight for big boss."
Me: "yup, i try my best. i have illness."

sighing, and shaking his head.

my boss have try all sort of ways already. praising me, encouraging me, threatening me, giving me a tough time but failure was in sight afterall. even if i sleep for 24hrs. sitting on the office chair, staring at the lcd screen, and having a large table simply was never much of a resistance factor.

i try sitting up straight, taking lots of water, smoking, splashing water on my face. all this prove futile. every lunch time, i will definately sleep 2hrs straight, oblivious to the world. 2pm sharp i would awake either from a knock from the boss, or PJ will wake me.

i am a dreamer...

been ages since i carried a back pack, filled with exercise attire, and stuff. i was ready for some dragonboat land training! i am in perfect condition, no muscle aches, no injury, good weather. 10mins before knock off, i switch into my training kit. S was kind enough to let me hitch a ride together with her.

no water bottle again. i am going to die of thirst i reckon.

training started, what the fuck is going on?

1 flight of steps, 20 push ups, back to heaven.
2 flight of steps, 20 sit ups. back to earth.
3 flights now! 20 burpess? or 30 squats? i am a wise man, 30 squats with some slacking in between. back to hell.

and that's what they call only 1 set...

i done 5 sets of touring heaven, earth and hell. i am proud, this is nothing!

O: "alright. guys, sprinting time. 150m to the 3 stones."

someone dial me 911, you will be my everything. now i wish i had nike air, converse is never for a shoe for sprinting. 1 set of sprints, feets will burning hot, holes appearing at the side of the shoes, white flag was waving furiously above my head. thanks goodness, peer pressure was never place upon me. i love the crew. they have this belief..

Don't Push Yourself.

it enable me not to catch a heart attack.

sweat i drop would contribute a huge portion to the sea...

Uncle Smiley.

Uncle Smiley make this Tuesday a very interesting morning. a ring engrave with the words be happy, a smiling face and a clover leaf. one would have thought he is a happy fella but nope, after a bus full of passengers and a huge guy blocking the front door of the bus put his anger level to a test.

he is special..
he is no normal human being...
he does things that will proclaim his name for a long time....

Uncle Smiley proceeded to remove his obstacle, dragging Mr Huge down and putting a mirror image of his ring, be happy, clover leaf and smiling face right into the cheek of Mr Huge. he move in to replace Mr Huge, ignoring every gasps and shock faces he had around him. ultimate blockage to the real world.

he is definately unique..
he is a physcopath on the loose...
he does things that will put him behind bars....

Bus Uncle hurling out threats to call the police to deal with him was not going to sit tight with Uncle Smiley. Uncle Smiley execute his moves so flawlessly, Bus Uncle was in a daze, Bus is definately out of commission, passengers start to evacuate.

i am pretty piss off myself right now...

i would have to squeeze the next few buses with one full bus of refugees. Uncle Smiley nonchalant to the world, walk away with a smirk on his face. a fucking physcopath. he certainly place himself on my blacklist by making me cramp the next few buses with refugees.

Bus Uncle was not bothered by anyone, not even buses that was honking him and decided to move on after no response. everyone was more concern about puntuality than bus driver looking like he doze off to a sleep. yes, a bus with two open doors and a bus driver looking like he was sleeping was definately something you don't get to see every morning.

fucking hilarious i would say, just the sight of it will poke your belly for a long time. sorry, i am too a typical Singaporean. i hurry on the very few next buses, not that curious about the conclusion especially 9 is my official start work time.

Bus Uncle should never provoke him, Uncle Smiley should practice more patience. i was so very late, big boss man place me on OT list. i was not please. i hope i never see both of them ever again.


Uncle Smiley, a physcopath who lurks the morning rush...

A Piece Of My Mind.

people know me as a loyalist to friends. one would say i put them before my family, but i beg to differ, they are equally important to me.

if you treat me like a true friend, you would not expect anything lesser from me. i would even treat you like my family. a brother or a sister of a different surename.

IQ test would actually place this very female in the league of below average. she befriend me, let me know i was a great guy, slowly and surely contradict herself although i don't nothing unpleasant to her in my dictionary. she was just reacting to her low IQ to truly understand me and thus contradict herself.

you have just place our friendship into the gutter of hell.

surprise?

yes i was after i thought we have this mutual understanding and trust good friends would have.

even if one day you read this, your IQ will not enable you to piece it together to know YOU are that special one.

the title of hi-bye friend would be bestow upon you.

begone witch or bitch...

Dragon Boat Is Not For The Weak.

queen never stop calling, to wake me from my deep slumber, to give me the shock of my life. the time i have left to my exam. fast and furious, in just 10mins time, i bath, dress up, prepare my bag for the day and was hailing a cab furiously.

reach school, got the latest info from C herself.

C: "if you got stuck, head to the male toilet, there will be answers lying in wait."
Me: "can you speak fucking layman term? i have not been in school for months."
C: "ok. there a notebook filled with answers in each toilet."
Me: "uh huh, i am no cheater anyway."
C: "whatever."

she look piss, girls can never recognize a joke.

shortly after, toilet breaks is a must every 10mins for me. fucking testers face was getting blacker every moment i raise my hand. i seen them discussing, and from what i gather, they must be planning to move my table into the toilet. who cares anyway, it will be way easier to input my answers. i completed 3/4 of my paper thanks to the number of toilet breaks i get enough to deem anyone smart to suspect.

heading off to the next activity on my schedule list, something i been looking forward all week.

Water bottle. Checked.
Paddle. Checked.
Life Vest. Checked.

fully geared up. headed to the last seat at the Dragon Boat. settled myself comfortably. very friendly team mates start coming in and a coach who eat banana all along the trip while we row is definately motivating.

boat start to row off, learn the basic rowing technique which uses all my arm power. slowly, the coach proceeded teaching me about A Frame and scretching my body to full use.

30mins of rowing, not that tough, going strong.

1hr of rowing, 4 clicks already. fuck the A Frame, or B Frame.

my muscle is tearing even trying to bring my right hand to wipe the sea water off my face prove to be mission impossible. girls smaller than my size was still going strong.

warcry aloud in her throat.
manhood was at stake.

no way i would lose to a girl smaller size than me. push on harder, pump in the muscle for power row. i will be no burden on the boat! i am the man!

5mins later.

O: "hey, you should take a break, your arm is bleeding."
Me: "no issues, i am alright."

the real man brush off every pain and aches in his body.

slowly, both my arms were failing me. the grip on my paddle became a obstacle, slipping the hold of it every 5mins. manhood was no longer a issue. there is no such thing as mind over matter, because at that moment. my arms no longer belong to me, they been stolen. even D cup would not make my arms move to grab it.

fuck it. i lay limp, deciding to be a burden.

O: "don't worry about it, we are actually preparing for a race, so its real tough today for us too."

great, a first timer get the toughest practice ever. but i enjoy the breeze, enjoy the taste of salt water, enjoy the company this people are offering. they been a joy. i decided, i love dragonboat.


may the dragonboat of HSBC row to victory next saturday...

Bribery Does Wonders.

i am pretty sure my credit card did not lick the pussy of the terminal for a sum of $4xxx this month. even if it did, where are the fucking items that belong to the $4xxx. mind started racing, did my queen actually pull off a heist on me?

i don't think so. i was not drunk for a long time to loose my card to her.

i started pushing the panic button.

Me: "i would like to check on my outstanding."
Operator: "sir, your outstanding is at $1xxx."
Me: "this bills show a outstanding of $4xxx."
Operator: "sir. i am sure we send you the right bill."
Me: "so either i am blind or you send this bill wrongly. so which is it?"
Operator: "hold on for a minute, let me double check."

scanning through my statement again
...
...

statement for the month of JULY

i am a idiot.

i hang up.

i am a genius.

operators is a occupation for people with good listening ear, very good patience, and a tendacy to think that customers is always right.

meeting me for E was unavoidable, and him being late was unavoidable for me. he was a perfect asshole for being late and i was a perfect asshole while waiting for 2hrs for him to put the guilty as charge tag on him.

sending sms letting him know of my location alone at 30mins.
sending sms letting him know of my difficulties alone at 1hr.
sending sms letting him know of my situation alone at 1hr30mins.

i even fill him in of a special segment with me taking a short nap in starbucks with a hot chocolate on my table.

E: "i have know no one sleeping with a coffee in starbucks."

obviously he misheard me. chocolate is never coffee, E.

Me: "and now you know someone who does that while waiting. and thats me."
E: "seriously, i really do admire your ability to sleep now and than."
Me: "i was not putting any effort in it. "
E: "i could never knock out the way you did it."
Me: "when i get bored, i sleep... that's it."

i don't think he gets the message across that i waited for 2hrs.

yes, dozing off is as easy for me as counting 1,2,3. i do not need any pills, any sheep counting or any lullaby. Guiness World Record should run a competition for the fastest knock out timing, and maybe i will beat Mike Tyson in his personal best timing in Knock Out.

i have the uncanny knack of knocking out anytime, i do not care what you think of me, even if i do snore or even drool at that moment. you should be more understanding. i have a hard day even if it's early in the morning.

i love myself.

i am oblivious to everything.

E like PJ never fail to surprise me and he does it again later part in the night.

patiently waiting for my queen to knock off before we head for dinner and some alcohol. my queen never come alone, she is what i would call a package. i am pretty sure she is a avid supporter of Liverpool with thier motto "you'll never walk alone."

not long after arriving, she surprise E that we will be waiting for her colleagues too and that to me is nothing new. i grew accustomed to her last min notice, her last min changes to plan. well, she is after all being her ownself. no notice, no warning, no hints.

in a good way, she is full of surprises.
in a bad way. she is a time bomb waiting to be unwrapped.

treating the queen invited guest was a bribery. PJ and E couldn't agree more. a point system was slowly charted out by the friends. being only the 2 males there, we were the victim of senseless giggling, language not recognize being used. they were chatting about E and me.

i have female's sixth sense, mind you.

much to my amusement, they assume E and me would not understand malay. terrible assumption, it was priceless to see those ladies putting on a show of awkwardness after realizing that they have been exposed right down to thier undies after E announce his understanding of malay.

like i say bribery does wonder, my queen guest was giving more points to me than E, between E and me, i would be a better choice. sadly, he would score more points in subject i would be weak in. this is how much bribery can do, a dinner that cost below 3 digits to have the judges claiming i beat him in aspects he was much stronger at.

sorry my good brother, i will allow your credit card to lick the pussy of the terminal for dinner if your looking forward to a rematch but i am sure my first impression is there to stay.


bribery does wonders...

Robinson Crusoe.

fuck, buying a beer at a 7-11 that is only 5mins walk doesn't count as leaving home after giving much thought. so yea, i have been home for 3 days to actually be friends with Robinson Crusoe.

i sms a proposal for a 2 days plan with my queen and i got stood up. she is in that mood. alright, i decided to serve my sentence at home. not in any mood for alcohol indulging or shopping.

i refuse to succumb to her mind torture, i took up a new hobby which i knew would irritate her..

Guitar Hero.

home entertainment never ends and at the cost of $2xx. she was definately irritated.

Me: "hi dear, i bought a guitar which cost only $2xx. cheap eh?"
She: "why did you buy a guitar?"
Me: "home entertainment purposes to kill boredom."
She: "up to you, waste of money."

one point up for Robinson Crusoe! notice the "up to you, waste of money".

i felt like Leonidas at Hot Gates, who sacrifice his troops to secure a small victory. at that very moment, i am a hero...

not till DBS decide to crash my conquest simply with a paper.

she hates me spurgling money on things she deem useless.

a few hours later...

my queen was still irritated and i knew she wouldn't stop till she get her revenge one way or another or so i thought. sending her a simple sms asking her whereabout got me a 3 letter word, "die" at which i knew i better shut the fuck up before she starts mouthing off about my new hobby.

i decided alcohol is going to solve all this issue, having alcohol means being awfully brave and stupid. that's what i need to turn the tide.

Robinson Crusoe. unkempt beard intact, mustache linking to it. 7-11 here i come.

for sure, the very last time i came, 7-11 was 7-11 not some Zouk's drinks counter, why the fuck is 10+ people crowding inside?

at last, one more couple and it would be my turn to order my drinks.

*ouch*

irritated, angry...

Robinson Crusoe was definately not please to have his toes under a shoes. little man apologize, ex-gf W look back! wow, what luck to see my very first love or rather my virgin fuck! she obviously was not interested in anything more to do with me than to escape with her little man.

fucking great, being a irritated, angry Robinson Crusoe doesn't help at all. luckily, i was not stupid enough to call out to her else i would be just like Robinson Crusoe talking to his ball.

paid for my beer and proceeded to make myself comfortable by leaning at the cash registry machine and give my helpful feedback.

Me: "you need a priority queue next time for people like me."
Staff: "excuse me sir, you are moving my machine slowly bit by bit."

i was ignored.

she calls. she was so pleasantly sweet and i was not appreciating the fact i went through all that trouble to have her feeling pleasantly sweet towards me but proceeding to irritate her will not be a wise move.

kept quiet and enjoy her ladylike for tonight i guess..

so.. she is looking forward to meeting me tomorrow with no thought about my reply and she warn me i better do something with Robinson Crusoe. she's not going to tolerate me looking like a unkempt fucking idiot. that how it works.

amazing sales person she is, assumption close with no time for me to consider. no wonder i love her...

parted ways with Robinson Crusoe...

The Last Day Of Ice Cold.

when guys meet up, it's alway about relationship issue, money talk, girls review and games.

here i proudly present to you a day of J and Me and abit of E

J ditches his work, came up to my house, invaded my room, took over the computer. slowly he provided me with an insight into street fighter 4. youtube video clips on my comp was replaying sf4 moves over and over again.

in just a few hours time, under the guidance of my 'sensei' i gave myself the title "pro" and started bragging to J how easy all this was and i could beat him flat. the only reaction he gave me was silent treatment with a grin on his face.

5mins into the matches with my 'sensei'.

my mind was rummaging for a answers to why a "pro" like me couldn't surpass his 'sensei'. doesn't movie always have plot showing how the student surpassing the master?

10mins into the matches with my 'opponent'..

i was rapping vulgarities, if you had been there, you would presume i can't live without vulgarities in every sentence.

15mins into the matches with my 'born rival'...

i decided to award him with the title "very pro"

his silent treatment stop, and all he ever said from his mouth for the rest of the day whenever we will battling each other on sf4 was "weak" and "fucking weak". great, damn bloody loser invaded my room and start to demoralise me every now and than.

"very pro" move on to lecture me on a footballer call Lionel Messi with again youtube video clips about how impressive and handsome he is.

J was pratically watching Lionel Messi's videos over and over at every chance the loading on the clip was done. if i have never know J in my life, from his behavior and praises he hurl out for this Lionel Messi. i would catagaroize him as a gay.

Lionel Messi either must be that impressive or J was paid to advertise him.

adding to the party was E who actually manage to steal some time off after much peer pressure from me and J and several follow up calls that i am sure, left him breathless and mind breaking. persuasion is a talent i have since young and i am proud of it.

got to thank his wife for allowing me to borrow his husband.

so the day came to a end with J invading my private closure for a total of 10hrs and E realizing how much he got to get his fingers to be more nimble to get the basic title of "pro" in the world of sf4.

having the company of 2 best buds on a saturday night was definately a plus factor especially without any booze and girls to oogle at and the 1hr before i shut my eyes for sleep gets better.

my queen and i actually sorted out the differences between us. let bygone be bygone. she even open up, introducing me to a side of her i have never know before. if she is diagnose with split personality, i won't be surprise. i am joking (in case she ever read this).


ice cold was no longer her nickname...

Life Is So Full Of Unexpected Events.

dumb is a word i normally mumble under my breath nowadays, and if there is a score for it, people who block me while i am rushing to work usually get a perfect 10 for it. they would just stand at the right side of the escalator and act as if they are not blocking the path! for fuck sake, wake up because you're fucking my route to punctuality.

i can perfectly understand if your just taking a stroll with your bf/gf down orchard road but fuck it. its 8.30am in the morning and i am trying not to get into my boss's bad book for the day and every single morning without fail, there bound to be dumb shit that attempts to thwart my plans.

its pissing me off that i have to just keep my mouth shut with the escalator moving up at a speed slower than my legs can carry me.

its stressful enough already when i have to put up with work, studies. lessons and sometimes from my queen herself and one may wonder why do i put up with her nonsense on a daily basis. frankly, i am in a dilemma myself, lets just say life is a vicious cycle and i always find myself at the razor edge.

every conversation with my ex -wife will always start with -

me "fuck you, where have you been, do u know i been trying to contact you?"
ex-wife (putting on her very best telemarketer voice) "for what purpose, may i ask?"

and every conversation will always end with a goodbye softer than whispering, followup by the classic silent hang up.

today is a eventful day, with words like "fuck up" to top it off.

my queen was brandishing her knife at me from the moment i fail her into going for a trip. even flowers top off with a beautiful wrapping and money well spent isn't going to appease her anger that easily. if ever there was a prize award ceremony for holding the longest anger, she will jolly well get it with recognition to her name for hall of fame in 10 yrs to come.

it was frustrating to work when you have a queen brandishing her knife at you at every corner of a turn.

and so...

I did what i did best. 1/2 day leave. hop on the roller coaster ride to see my kid. perfect De-stress environment, let's just skip some of the details of the visit but it all ended well with my little princess slapping my face laughing at her very own dad dumbness.

its pathetic when human being starts bad mouthing someone off behind because i would rather a punch in the face than a stab in the back, gee thanks!


life is so full of unexpected events....

Surprise Surprise Surprise.

my queen actually surprise me with a morning greeting, and being awfully chatty. I am pretty sure as long as i don't jolt her memories into remembering how i put her into a peppery mood yesterday, i would be tuck well away in a safe haven.

human beings have a habit call forgetfulness, which enable me temporary safe retreat into sanctuary!

awesome start into TGIF (Thank God Is Friday)

sales start rolling in, raising the number of silent votes in my head giving TGIF the crown it deserve but hold your horses!

out of nowhere, a surprise was already in waiting, big lady boss was actually treating everyone to a seafood lunch.. but with great expectation comes great disappointment!

Which part of the lunch was actually seafood except for the huge signboard G****** Seafood Restaurant. great the feeling of discontentment started raising and fuck, to think i was so totally into it, thinking nothing beats having seafood for lunch.

if anything about lunch was a highlight, it would be my 2 dear colleagues who successfully abolish the idea of man being gentlemen.

without any attempt to ask around the table of equal number of man and females, if anyone do need help getting a serving. they simply scoop the dish with a face which would make a small kid wonder "wtf are they grinning about" and with utensils filled with their own personal saliva.

Hey, don't get me wrong, i am perfectly fine with 9 friends putting thier own personal saliva utensils into a dish to get their portion but hang on, this table is made up of familiar and unfamiliar faces and ladies who mind hygiene practices more than me.

as soon as both of us secure green light secrecy chit chat at the yellow box area, she started her raving.

PJ: "god, they totally cannot make it!"
Me: "indeed!"
PJ: "wtf, i mean if you're not a gentlemen, try acting like one but they don't even try to act."

*chuckling at PJ's expressions, she had this screwed-up face which totally display one irritation, and i wonder if she ever come across a thought that both of them actually fail acting class*

PJ: "wonder how S last around those guys."

drizzle turn into downpour and when i look around to check if anyone was in the same bandwidth i am in, i am please to find that every single one of them silently acknowledging the downpour. sad to say, nature never cooperates. without a chance to say bye, it left without saying sorry to our dash hopes of returning to office later.

*tick tick tick, 2.30pm*
office efficiency 1/10
office effectiveness 1/10

cause of low productivity?

TGIF & The Seafood Lunch

me and PJ were practically trying out all sort of things to do a back to the future stunt.

i am comforted to know i have PJ here in the world, you got to hand it to her, she is interesting to chat with and she have this cool arsenal of gadgets but she is not tech savvy???

conclusion?

we entertain each other with mindless questions and gossips i wouldn't mind hearing and i even help utilize her gadgets to maximum potential of usage time by borrowing.

if ever i started a topic on PJ, it would be just like non-stop house music.

darkness slowly replace light, and the last surprise slowly unveil itself to me.

for the very first time, my queen and i actually tried dethroning each other due to some minor issues that sort of accumulate into giant sandstorm. luckily, we stood firm although shaky in the face of the sandstorm.

thanks to my gift of gab and a very sincere heart (in case she ever read this). we both agree to stop the rebellious act given on the condition that we would both have faith. of course i did what all ruler deem right!

i would not be shamed by getting dethrone, after all that is MY FUCKING THRONE. i jolly well refused to budge unless i find a better castle to place my throne. after this sandstorm, i found out that this is currently the best castle to be in, i would miss it if i give up on it.

everything take times, let's just pray i have enough time to strengthen the foundation of the castle before it decide to crumble down on me.


i simply love surprises, or not....