Weekday Randoms
1.
My suntan acquired from Saturday is coming on slowly. I'm becoming darker, which is NOT what I had intended, but nevermind. *sighs*
Zhenqin(My dearest QinJieJie!) saw me on Monday and today(Wednesday). Confirmed by her that my skin, like me, is slow to react. And she predicted that when she meets me for dinner on Friday, I will most probably be looking like an Indian. *she laughs, I slap her*
[Ok, I confess. Some words are put into her mouth by Hanxiang for better dramatic effect. But it's for better dramatic effect!]
2.
Arthur, my supervisor at NUS is such a nice nice boss. Inwardly, I call him the G-square, the GentleGiant. I'm so envious of the staff here because he's the boss in this office and hasn't a single bit of temper. Or is it because I've been here only for 5 days?
Nono, he's definitely nice and always has this OK!-look-out-cause-I-might-concuss-any-second look. If you're forming the impression of him being a lazy bum, you're WRONG. During the few times when I popped over at his desk to ask him questions, I had been nearly mesmerized by how focused he is at work.
Erhmm! He's mesmerizing as a supervisor, a senior, ONLY. People got ring on fourth finger already(HAIYO..) and is basically(How should I put it?) not Hanxiang's type. Yup, working has made me realise the fact that MOST good guys are already taken.
Another important point to note here:
Guys are the most dashing when they are being serious and doing whatever they are doing with lots of concentration and focus.
3.
There exists some serious-crapper-doctors. Not all of them are so stethoscopicly-stern. Okok, when we visit the clinic, we might find some funny and friendly doctors. But crappy? Haven't really come across those, right?
WELL, I DID. Some email addresses from their personal files:
a) cow_withnomilk@...... (That's all. I've gotta protect the doctor.)
b) handsom88@...... (I've really gotta protect these doctors.)
Of course, I'll gladly entertain any personal requests for the doctors' email addresses..
..probably at a price of $18634862.89 per doctor? Surely a better bargain than what you can get at the pasar malam lah. I'm selling quality here ok?
***Requests from gays will be charged an additional 20% of the original price. Special price, cause you're special!
4.
I was looking at the order-in pamphlets in the office pantry and came across this catering restaurant that serves Norgen Vaaz Ice-Cream. Being slow to react, I didn't realise anything wrong with it. Then it dawned on me. HAAGEN DAAZ! Orh!
WAH LAO, serious case of gross-plus-blatant imitation can?
I think eating Norgen Vaaz Ice-Cream would be like driving a Texas.
Gross right?
I repeat, WAH LAO.
5.
I feel so Bollywoodified. This has nothing to do with MY all-chinese office. It's about the office that's outside my office. I think half the staff (at least) there are Indians.
Don't misunderstand me. I'm not a racist! I even make effort to small-talk with the IndianAuntie-who-snatched-my-mailing-room-away-from-me-because-her-area-is-getting-renovated-soon. What's more, I love Indian shows. And I prefer going to Little India than Bugis Junction sometimes. And I use Indian accessories. And I like curry fish head. Blah.
BUT! When the IndianAuntie speaks Tamil..
All the Na~ La~ Ja~ Ba~ Ya~~~ssssss just start to sound super droning and sleep-inducing. Like, SUPER LOR.
And I have to listen to all the Na~ La~ Ja~ Ba~ Ya~~~ssssss whenever I go to the mailing room to get the doctor files I need, which is like, most of the time?
That's not the worst.
She switches on her radio.
Ok, now, if it's Indian music, it'll be perfectly fine. But the channel she tunes in to is most probably a news channel. You get what I mean.
More Na~ La~ Ja~ Ba~ Ya~~~ssssss. Somemore at a faster pace.
FWAH. That's it. *nearly concusses*
6.
I haven't seen Baby AhBest(Jerbest) for too long! Was supposed to go over last Sunday but I ended up giving myself a stupid excuse of being too tired and didn't go see him. According to my Mum, he's been asking for me, and he's sick.
2 solid reasons for a visit and I haven't done it. Damn. Serves me right if I get lousy exam results ok?
I'm going to go over tonight. NO MORE EXCUSES.
I blogged about it right? So it's a promise.
If I blog about not going the next time, please launch a terrorist attack on my blog. Thanks.
7.
7 is my number. So I just gotta have 7 points.
No lah, really got something to say. I'm not THAT crappy ok!
I'm getting too hooked on Aloneliness and it's becoming dangerous. I think.
I ALWAYS say "It's ok." when my colleagues ask if I want to lunch with them.
Actually I feel it's more because I've got little energy now to make new friends, for example, my colleagues. Guess I'm passive. I don't act, I only react. And fate plays a big big part too when it comes to starting friendships.
Anyway, no point making deliberate and meaningless conversation(over lunch) just for the sake of making it. So tiring. Right? RIGHT.
Existing friends are different.
We talk because we want to talk.
We laugh because we want to laugh.
We play because we want to play.
I love my friends.
Tell me how I'm going to survive in the future when I go out to work! *panic*
Ok, I'm done. Back to work.
*gone*
My suntan acquired from Saturday is coming on slowly. I'm becoming darker, which is NOT what I had intended, but nevermind. *sighs*
Zhenqin(My dearest QinJieJie!) saw me on Monday and today(Wednesday). Confirmed by her that my skin, like me, is slow to react. And she predicted that when she meets me for dinner on Friday, I will most probably be looking like an Indian. *she laughs, I slap her*
[Ok, I confess. Some words are put into her mouth by Hanxiang for better dramatic effect. But it's for better dramatic effect!]
2.
Arthur, my supervisor at NUS is such a nice nice boss. Inwardly, I call him the G-square, the GentleGiant. I'm so envious of the staff here because he's the boss in this office and hasn't a single bit of temper. Or is it because I've been here only for 5 days?
Nono, he's definitely nice and always has this OK!-look-out-cause-I-might-concuss-any-second look. If you're forming the impression of him being a lazy bum, you're WRONG. During the few times when I popped over at his desk to ask him questions, I had been nearly mesmerized by how focused he is at work.
Erhmm! He's mesmerizing as a supervisor, a senior, ONLY. People got ring on fourth finger already(HAIYO..) and is basically(How should I put it?) not Hanxiang's type. Yup, working has made me realise the fact that MOST good guys are already taken.
Another important point to note here:
Guys are the most dashing when they are being serious and doing whatever they are doing with lots of concentration and focus.
3.
There exists some serious-crapper-doctors. Not all of them are so stethoscopicly-stern. Okok, when we visit the clinic, we might find some funny and friendly doctors. But crappy? Haven't really come across those, right?
WELL, I DID. Some email addresses from their personal files:
a) cow_withnomilk@...... (That's all. I've gotta protect the doctor.)
b) handsom88@...... (I've really gotta protect these doctors.)
Of course, I'll gladly entertain any personal requests for the doctors' email addresses..
..probably at a price of $18634862.89 per doctor? Surely a better bargain than what you can get at the pasar malam lah. I'm selling quality here ok?
***Requests from gays will be charged an additional 20% of the original price. Special price, cause you're special!
4.
I was looking at the order-in pamphlets in the office pantry and came across this catering restaurant that serves Norgen Vaaz Ice-Cream. Being slow to react, I didn't realise anything wrong with it. Then it dawned on me. HAAGEN DAAZ! Orh!
WAH LAO, serious case of gross-plus-blatant imitation can?
I think eating Norgen Vaaz Ice-Cream would be like driving a Texas.
Gross right?
I repeat, WAH LAO.
5.
I feel so Bollywoodified. This has nothing to do with MY all-chinese office. It's about the office that's outside my office. I think half the staff (at least) there are Indians.
Don't misunderstand me. I'm not a racist! I even make effort to small-talk with the IndianAuntie-who-snatched-my-mailing-room-away-from-me-because-her-area-is-getting-renovated-soon. What's more, I love Indian shows. And I prefer going to Little India than Bugis Junction sometimes. And I use Indian accessories. And I like curry fish head. Blah.
BUT! When the IndianAuntie speaks Tamil..
All the Na~ La~ Ja~ Ba~ Ya~~~ssssss just start to sound super droning and sleep-inducing. Like, SUPER LOR.
And I have to listen to all the Na~ La~ Ja~ Ba~ Ya~~~ssssss whenever I go to the mailing room to get the doctor files I need, which is like, most of the time?
That's not the worst.
She switches on her radio.
Ok, now, if it's Indian music, it'll be perfectly fine. But the channel she tunes in to is most probably a news channel. You get what I mean.
More Na~ La~ Ja~ Ba~ Ya~~~ssssss. Somemore at a faster pace.
FWAH. That's it. *nearly concusses*
6.
I haven't seen Baby AhBest(Jerbest) for too long! Was supposed to go over last Sunday but I ended up giving myself a stupid excuse of being too tired and didn't go see him. According to my Mum, he's been asking for me, and he's sick.
2 solid reasons for a visit and I haven't done it. Damn. Serves me right if I get lousy exam results ok?
I'm going to go over tonight. NO MORE EXCUSES.
I blogged about it right? So it's a promise.
If I blog about not going the next time, please launch a terrorist attack on my blog. Thanks.
7.
7 is my number. So I just gotta have 7 points.
No lah, really got something to say. I'm not THAT crappy ok!
I'm getting too hooked on Aloneliness and it's becoming dangerous. I think.
I ALWAYS say "It's ok." when my colleagues ask if I want to lunch with them.
Actually I feel it's more because I've got little energy now to make new friends, for example, my colleagues. Guess I'm passive. I don't act, I only react. And fate plays a big big part too when it comes to starting friendships.
Anyway, no point making deliberate and meaningless conversation(over lunch) just for the sake of making it. So tiring. Right? RIGHT.
Existing friends are different.
We talk because we want to talk.
We laugh because we want to laugh.
We play because we want to play.
I love my friends.
Tell me how I'm going to survive in the future when I go out to work! *panic*
Ok, I'm done. Back to work.
*gone*
posted by hanxiang at 1:15 PM
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