Thursday, February 18, 2010
just like alanis
so, i crammed my way to getting ready, taking a cab instead of my usual means of public transportation. 15 minutes before 6 and i was half running to the elevator that takes me to my floor.
and we have no class. now isn't that lovely?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
sunsets
Saturday, February 13, 2010
august 06, 2008
for something i should not hate you for,
like how you would look at me so deeply
and just casually leave me aside.
believe me,
i think all of this over when im alone
and i hate you for making me
bleed, recover and cringe
all at the same time
not because i dont have time to arrange them in stages,
but simply because they come all together in knowing you.
it hurts when i get close,
but it even hurts more when i dont.
i just think
that when im older
ill think more rationally.
but im already older,
and maybe this is me thinking rationally..
Thursday, February 11, 2010
noggie
we call him noggie/nognog. basically because he is dark and sunog. but we love him anyway. he is dumb for the most part, but he loves us back. that's impotant.
one time, i left my email open and he sent everyone an email using my outlook saying '"im hot and sexy." this happens all the time. also, there was an open love letter sent to someone with everyone copied from a poor colleague's outlook. so basically, when you get an email saying "i am a stripper," you know someone has been had. the worst was when someone used my IM and messaged a male friend of mine saying, "lets have sex. just as friends."
thats another demotivator. no one will pull me by the arm anymore to go with him to the smoking area. i will have no one to backbite the other bosses with. no one is gonna yell at me to go get a week off because i am getting thinner.
but ill think of it this way. i can leave my email open more now.
jeez.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
super mario
my workmates call him raphael - i mean, yes, the teenage mutant ninja turtle kind- but i prefer calling him super mario. i don't think he walks. he bounces.
super mario is not generally-liked. when he asks to talk to you, you know you're doomed.
now yesterday, i was arguing with my workmate about the functions of f5 and f9 in outlook. when the emails keep flooding, you learn more than what you're supposed to in outlook.
"hi, how are you doing?"
it was a trick. super mario was asking me how i was doing. that could not be true.
"are you okey?" again, he asked.
i looked at him, wide-eyed, wondering if he was true. his face was so close to mine, i felt like he was gonna eat me anytime. "do i not look okey?" i asked back, confused.
"i am just asking if you're okey."
"do i look sick?"
"can you just answer me if you're okey?"
"i'm okey!" i answered, way too quickly than i normally do. it's the i'm-okey-now-get-the-hell-out-of-here kind.
he smiled.
i smiled back- the world's fakest smile.
super mario just asked me if i'm okey. gah! i'm doomed.
