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It's been quite a while since I've carried the label of "girlfriend". I'm still not too sure how well this shoe fits, but, like most members of the female species, I'm game enough to try on most types of foot apparel. (Aside to B: Hear that? You're a stiletto! *snorts with insane laughter*)Went to have the most amazing pepper crab at Ang Mo Kio last night... I'm still reeling from the amount we ate. The bloody thing was huuuuuuuuuuge... Mofo weighed in at 1.5kg, which is DAMN BIG ok! And we ate every scrap... Urgh... No more seafood for the next 6 months. Ok. 3 months. Urgh...Pics of my major pigout to follow...The agency's Christmas bash is tonight... I'm off to grab a quick catnap before I start primping. Wonder which brilliant arsewipe decided to make the event "blacktie"... I'm still debating on whether that's what I should wear. A cute lil black bow tie. And nothing else. Haaaaaaaaaa!
I always find myself feeling melancholic towards the end of the year. The whole "Omfg-another-12-months-down-the-tube-and-what-the-hell-have-I-achieved" thing just hits me like a ton of bricks. It sounds so cliche but time really has flown by for me this year. 1 week blends into another so quickly... I could've sworn I just celebrated my damn 27th birthday!Fuck. *sulks*525,600 minutes...525,000 moments so dear...
525,600 minutes...How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets...In midnights, in cups of coffee...
In inches, in miles...In laughter, in strife...
In 525,600 minutes...How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?How about love?How about love?Measure in love...
Seasons of love.
525,600 minutes...525,000 journeys to plan...
525,600 minutes...How can you measure the life of a woman or man?
In truths that she learned...Or in times that he cried...
In bridges he burned...Or the way that she died.
It's time now to sing out...
Though the story never ends, let's celebrate...Remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love...
Measure in love...
Seasons of love...-- "Seasons Of Love"-- OST "Rent"
Oh... 1 more thing...Something wicked this way comes...Keep an eye on this space. :)
Situation:
While you're out of the office, a request comes in from your boss for you to give him a team structure org chart.
1 of your executives takes the initiative to do it up in your absence. However, instead of waiting for you to go through it, she sends it directly to your boss without telling you, copying you in on the email.
Later on, when you go through the chart she's done, you realise that she's gotten your designation wrong. Specifically? She put you at a level on par with herself, when you're actually her 1-up.
Oh... By the way, your namecards aren't ready yet but your role within the team is very clearly reflected in your email signature, together with your contact details.
Question:
What would you do? (The couple of replies that have come forth so far mostly involve a lot of muscle flexing come Monday. Sheesh.)
Taken from Slinky's blog... A sort of purity test, where you take away 1% for everything that you've done. Like Slinky, I won't tell you what exactly I've had to deduct points for, but leave me a note and tell me about how you guys did, ok? :P
Smoked.
Drank alcohol.
Cried when someone died.
Been drunk.
Had sex.
Been to a concert.
Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.
Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.
Been verbally sexually harassed.
Verbally sexually harassed somebody.
Felt someone up and/or been felt up.
Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.
Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.
Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.
Been to prom.
Cried at school.
Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.
Went streaking.
Given a lap dance.
Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.
Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.
Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.
Kissed a stranger.
Hugged a stranger.
Went scuba diving.
Driven a car.
Gotten an xray.
Hit by a car.
Had a party.
Done drugs.
Played strip poker.
Got paid to strip for someone.
Ran away from home.
Broken a bone.
Eaten sushi.
Bought porn.
Watched porn.
Made porn.
Had a crush on someone of the same sex.
Been in love.
Frenched kissed.
Laughed so hard you cried.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Laughed yourself to sleep.
Stabbed yourself.
Shot a gun.
Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.
Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.
Been online for 9 consecutive hours.
Watched an animal die.
Watched a person die.
Had sex and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.
Pranked somebody.
Put somebody in the hospital.
Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.
Kissed somebody of the same sex.
Dressed punk.
Dressed goth.
Dressed preppy.
Been to a motocross race.
Avoided somebody.
Been stalked.
Stalked someone.
Met a celebrity.
Played an instrument.
Ridden a horse.
Cut yourself.
Bungee jumped.
Ding dong ditched somebody.
Been to a wild party.
Got caught stealing something.
Kicked a guy in the balls.
Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.
Went out with your friend's crush.
Got arrested.
Been pregnant.
Babysat.
Been to another country.
Started your house on fire.
Had an encounter with a ghost.
Donated your hair to cancer patients.
Been asked out by someone that you never though you'd to be asked out by.
Cried over a member of the opposite sex.
Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.
Sat on your ass all day.
Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.
Had a job.
Gotten cut from a sports team.
Been called a whore.
Danced like a whore.
Been mistaken for a celebrity.
Been in a car accident.
Been told you have beautiful eyes.
Been told you have beautiful hair.
Raped somebody.
Danced in the rain.
Been rejected.
Walked out of a restaurant without paying.
Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.By the way, Slinky, this is freaky shit. 1 of your responses to your post's comments was - "You take off 1% for every thing you've done. So if you've done 63 of the things listed, your score is 37%."Yeap. You guessed it. My score is... *drum rolls* 37%. What are the bloody odds of that?! Wah lau...
Sometimes, I wonder why I do what I do...Sometimes, I have the answers...Sometimes, actually, most times, I don't...Sometimes, I love without reason...
Sometimes, I hate with no reason at all...Sometimes, I can't help but feel a little lost...Sometimes, I'm not sure I ever was found...Sometimes, I envy others...Sometimes, I laugh because others envy me...Sometimes, very rarely, I feel happy...Sometimes, more often than not, I don't...Sometimes, I think life is too short to be taken seriously...
Sometimes, I feel life lasts too long to be frivolous all the time...Sometimes, I think I ask for too much...Sometimes, I feel like I don't ask for enough...Sometimes, I get way too involved...Sometimes, I can't get past the numbness inside...Sometimes, I wonder what it'd be like to be someone else...Sometimes, all I want to be is me, the real me...
The transition to the "semi-new" job is taking place a lot faster than I expected. I must admit, I'm feeling a little apprehensive... Don't get me wrong. I'm excited... But it's laced with a growing case of the nerves.
Oh. Congratulate me by the way... The end of today (meaning Thursday, December 1) marks the end of my 1st official day as an Account Manager.
Somebody say hot damn! :)
