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....