Early Morning Bored
It is 7:40 in the morning and I think to my self… (as impossible as it may seem, I can think… not very constructively though, but nonetheless… I think)… what the $!&@ am I doing so early in the morning. The blokes who do my time sheet must think that I am a very diligent Petro-employee. I hope I get a big fat bonus at the end of the year; I will use that to go to some famous beauty centre and get my dark circles expunged from my over-seemingly pale face.
Yeah, so I started my diet two weeks ago. This is some of the food that I have had for breakfast and lunch:
- fruit salad
- veg salad
- croissants
- Falafel
- So many Subway sandwiches (damn u delivery people!!!)
- Chips (Salad flavor)
- Noodles...(fried noodles)
- 3 Ferror Roche Chocolates ( I had this today for my breakfast. I don’t know how it got into my shopping bag *innocent look*. I got a cheese croissant… it is untouched… anyone wants it? :P)
I haven’t mentioned what I have had for dinner, mainly because I don’t remember. I go home and gobble any edible thing that I set my eyes on. My mom has started calling me a vulture… she says that I will eat her out of house and home. So not true!
On other news, The Room of Eternal Stench… isn’t so ‘stenchy’ after all. Thanks to my brilliance, I have managed to reduce the smell from a combination of stinky feet smell + rotten egg smell + damn smell, to moderately damn smell + open drain smell. Surprisingly, my air freshener hasn’t finished yet…
So far there have been 3 new recruits in the department. Looking at some of them, I think to my self… I am not all that weird after all. (FYI: Chand blatantly called me weird within the first week of me coming to Petro. More info later)
Anyhow, one lady, who sits 8 feet from me, calls me up on the phone every time she need to ask a question… which can be as simple as where is the bathroom.
This other dude, walks so stiff that I am beginning to think he has no joints in his body. Besides, he looks like a serial killer.
The other dude, I don’t know… he isn’t in my room… but he thinks I am deaf.
About Chand… this is the story like this…
The story so far: Chand, Preeti/ Kavita, and yours truly are at her table. I am cracking some joke and as usual it is about some daft act that I did.
Me: Blah blah blah blah…
Every one else: hahahaha
Me: and then… blah blah blah blah
Chand: *stares at me*… You are weird.
Well… I know I am demented, but then again… Chand said this because I am bleck. Racists.
back from HELL: Spread the Blue
Yeah, so I started my diet two weeks ago. This is some of the food that I have had for breakfast and lunch:
- fruit salad
- veg salad
- croissants
- Falafel
- So many Subway sandwiches (damn u delivery people!!!)
- Chips (Salad flavor)
- Noodles...(fried noodles)
- 3 Ferror Roche Chocolates ( I had this today for my breakfast. I don’t know how it got into my shopping bag *innocent look*. I got a cheese croissant… it is untouched… anyone wants it? :P)
I haven’t mentioned what I have had for dinner, mainly because I don’t remember. I go home and gobble any edible thing that I set my eyes on. My mom has started calling me a vulture… she says that I will eat her out of house and home. So not true!
On other news, The Room of Eternal Stench… isn’t so ‘stenchy’ after all. Thanks to my brilliance, I have managed to reduce the smell from a combination of stinky feet smell + rotten egg smell + damn smell, to moderately damn smell + open drain smell. Surprisingly, my air freshener hasn’t finished yet…
So far there have been 3 new recruits in the department. Looking at some of them, I think to my self… I am not all that weird after all. (FYI: Chand blatantly called me weird within the first week of me coming to Petro. More info later)
Anyhow, one lady, who sits 8 feet from me, calls me up on the phone every time she need to ask a question… which can be as simple as where is the bathroom.
This other dude, walks so stiff that I am beginning to think he has no joints in his body. Besides, he looks like a serial killer.
The other dude, I don’t know… he isn’t in my room… but he thinks I am deaf.
About Chand… this is the story like this…
The story so far: Chand, Preeti/ Kavita, and yours truly are at her table. I am cracking some joke and as usual it is about some daft act that I did.
Me: Blah blah blah blah…
Every one else: hahahaha
Me: and then… blah blah blah blah
Chand: *stares at me*… You are weird.
Well… I know I am demented, but then again… Chand said this because I am bleck. Racists.
back from HELL: Spread the Blue
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"Anyhow, one lady, who sits 8 feet from me, calls me up on the phone every time she need to ask a question… which can be as simple as where is the bathroom."
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