It has been a long weekend.. phew.. and finally its over

Oh wait.. its already Tuesday.. man.. that proves how tired I was.. trying to get a grip on myself.. pulling my sore and tired arse off my bed and finally putting my fingers onto the keyboard..

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Alright.. after a few minutes of typing and backspacing.. I had given up.. will write something interesting the next time.

A great present someone given me~


Howdy~~ there.. our favourite sign.. shown straight at me

A day of relaxation lying down while someone is there to help u shake off the day's fatigue.. it definitely feels wierd having chocolate smeared over my face for mask.. (I admit.. first experience) lol

Though wierd.. but its definitely a nice one.. at least I feel kinda invigorated after a few months of mind breaking schedule planning at work. At least during the time there.. I actually had time to think and tick off the several things that were hanging on my mind.

One of em would be to start reading those books that I had bought and left collecting dust on my desk.. going back to the drawing board for the roleplaying game I m planning for my cute bunch of slackers.. finishing up my sketch of my good pal Melissa (yea I know~ I have not forgot about that) and yea.. my biggest headache.. plannin for my Japan trip at the end of this year.. lol

So many things to do.. tsk tsk


Seems perfectly suited for my blog here isn't it?

Another seemingly endless day before the fall of dusk that signals that I should get the hell out of my office.

An earlier exchange between me and my cute colleague at the lounge after I asked her for her number for the 2nd time (dun get anything wrong there.. I lost my phone remember?)

Zhen: Andy, why u keep losing ur phone ah?
Andy: *Sipping my hot mocha* becuz guys dun keep handbags like u girls do
Zhen: Thats not the point.. besides I m quite sure u'll lose the handbag even if u have one
Andy: *mumbles* yup.. I definitely dun lose my bf while shopping at wistma either

(Got slapped on my shoulder and my back for the next few seconds)

Andy: alright alright.. me bad~ me bad~
Zhen: so next time tattoo my pretty number onto ur butt k?
Andy: and for? I can't exactly twist my neck and look down my butt?! besides.. ur number is the last thing I would ever want on my butt.. *mumbles* pretty sure it goes the same for ur bf...

(Got slapped on my shoulder and back for perhaps a minute this time)

Well well.. pretty much describes my day at the office today.. bleah.. but whichever the case. I had to thank Miss Ng for providing me an enjoyable exchange to put up here (lest to mention the sore back). Perhaps apart from the beatings and thoughtless banter that I've had in my office.. it does brings to mind some of the happier memories I've had with fellow companions that had accompanied throughout this unexciting and dull journey of life.

Feeling a lil nostalgic here.. hmmmz... I muz be getting old.. OMG...

Hey Hey.. dun look elsewhere.. I know u guys whom are reading this blog.. uhuh~ yup YOU! We are getting old together hahahaha

Geez.. I think I m getting nonsensical here.. truly sorry for the outburst of dumb comments.. time for me to end right here before I start to spew nonsense like a beer hogging drunkard (sounds like u right Darren?) hahaha

Looking forward to that spa trip tommorrow~~

I know that many ppl were kinda waiting for my first blog post in perhaps.. say.. 3 years? OMG some would say.. but *chuckles* seriously I m never really into this blogging business in the first place.. for starters.. I personally could find alot of better time well spent on other aspects of my life.. hmmm.. getting laid for example~

Alright alright.. thats a lil extreme.. but ya.. still much more favourable than putting my butt on my leather backed polyester seat.. sipping on my iced lemon tea.. fingers recording my personal history of being dumped because of a cheesecake/grab an idiot off a railing on the 8th storey/crashing off a kerb while cornering at 90 klicks per hour/chasing after a indian with an old lady's purse in his hands/getting ripped off by one of my closest fren/or spend 3 years on a unrequited love.. bleah

unexciting huh~

there I figured..

tsk tsk

but anyway.. I think I m getting slightly tired of being in the rat race.. trying to chock up enuff dough into my bank account before flying off somewhere to get my long awaited degree.. but mebe one of my fren is correct.. and yup.. u re April.. she who makes her blog hers.. and declaring all those who crosses her path up there in 4 simple words~~

I will kill you...

hahahahaha

be honoured girl.. ur name is the first to appear on my blog eh~

But anyway.. one of my poetic works of the day.. feeling inspired after a really tiring day at the office while sneezing incessantly like an 8 year old dawg after being thrown talcum into its nose. Like wat my colleague said..

"Andy.. u re weak leh" she chuckles off

I said "Zhen.. I never told ur bf that we hugged on the beach after ur first breakup with him."

-silence-

Back to my work shall we? =)
I've titled it..

The Raging Morons

Sizing off the steps of marble, concrete, and stone
I knicked, knacked, and cracked the doldrums of despair
A dottard old figure rained strained music to the auntie's ears
She screamed "No insurance I tell you!"
I chuckled, pondered, and grinned
The whistling train came rushing past with its flickering windows
I stared into its ponderous inhabitants
each staring out at me with a murderous grin
the hatred within their crazed eyes
their rising rage
my increasing fright
the sliding doors move out of sight..
Raging Ah Sohs charged
An Andy thought
The raging morons..