21 September 2006, Thursday, 9.08pm
Nomadic cultivation
How I miss my bed, it has been 4 days since I stay out. Kind of having mixed feelings for being staying out actually. The plus point being going to work on the pencil dot, if not, latest 14 minutes past nine. I do not know why, but I have no problems waking up early at all. In fact, I have been having sound sleep and very-at-ease nights in a serene environment. The only downside is probably missing the smell of my own bed and the touch of my woolly blanket that I cuddle to bed each night. hmm...
Well, the whole day was spent packing and shifting my workstation to the adjacent one. We received late notice from HR that there will be two newbies coming on board next Monday, therefore we have to clear the occupied-with-boxes-and-maps desks for them. I have been enjoying a year at a luxurious and spacious workstation that is rightfully belonged to managerial level, thus the necessary to move. And guess what? This would probably be the 4th move in my 3 years in Tourism Court. In fact, we are just so used to moving around like the nomads looking for fresh grounds for cultivation, so I managed to transfer my stuff to my new workstation in half a day. This downgrading move from a Condominium to a 3-room corridor desk was hard for me, especially when I am so conditioned with spaces for file and files and more files. Just all because of a command from Jezebel that one of the newbies will be seating at my now-former desk and I have to move. How I wish I can fire a harpoon right through her puny brain. Seriously. Take aim, FIRE!! phiak! Jezebel, Dead.
Matthew was the 3rd person this week to tell me to take a month break in France to perfect my French. Bizarre. Is this some kind of a sign that I am destined to go France soon? I wish so. So Matthew was telling me about his ex-life in Canada and the history of Canadians and their old-fashioned way of speaking French. I do hear that the Canadians do speak in a more profound French due to their reservations in lifestyle, but really, a layman like moi would never understand the difference. Then Matt continued to share his encounters with the Africans too; mentioning how African French is so similar to a Singaporean speaking French, particularly its slang. Really? Beats me. But it was a nice chat with this wise man.
ahhh.... a nice evening on the bed exercising my fingers.... a perfect evening for inspiration, a wonderful evening for making out, a sexy evening to say sweet nothings, a romantic evening to snuggle in bed, simply my evening to have.
Nomadic cultivation
How I miss my bed, it has been 4 days since I stay out. Kind of having mixed feelings for being staying out actually. The plus point being going to work on the pencil dot, if not, latest 14 minutes past nine. I do not know why, but I have no problems waking up early at all. In fact, I have been having sound sleep and very-at-ease nights in a serene environment. The only downside is probably missing the smell of my own bed and the touch of my woolly blanket that I cuddle to bed each night. hmm...
Well, the whole day was spent packing and shifting my workstation to the adjacent one. We received late notice from HR that there will be two newbies coming on board next Monday, therefore we have to clear the occupied-with-boxes-and-maps desks for them. I have been enjoying a year at a luxurious and spacious workstation that is rightfully belonged to managerial level, thus the necessary to move. And guess what? This would probably be the 4th move in my 3 years in Tourism Court. In fact, we are just so used to moving around like the nomads looking for fresh grounds for cultivation, so I managed to transfer my stuff to my new workstation in half a day. This downgrading move from a Condominium to a 3-room corridor desk was hard for me, especially when I am so conditioned with spaces for file and files and more files. Just all because of a command from Jezebel that one of the newbies will be seating at my now-former desk and I have to move. How I wish I can fire a harpoon right through her puny brain. Seriously. Take aim, FIRE!! phiak! Jezebel, Dead.
Matthew was the 3rd person this week to tell me to take a month break in France to perfect my French. Bizarre. Is this some kind of a sign that I am destined to go France soon? I wish so. So Matthew was telling me about his ex-life in Canada and the history of Canadians and their old-fashioned way of speaking French. I do hear that the Canadians do speak in a more profound French due to their reservations in lifestyle, but really, a layman like moi would never understand the difference. Then Matt continued to share his encounters with the Africans too; mentioning how African French is so similar to a Singaporean speaking French, particularly its slang. Really? Beats me. But it was a nice chat with this wise man.
ahhh.... a nice evening on the bed exercising my fingers.... a perfect evening for inspiration, a wonderful evening for making out, a sexy evening to say sweet nothings, a romantic evening to snuggle in bed, simply my evening to have.
posted by chilliseedz at Thursday, September 21, 2006
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