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Firmly believes in life after death. Secretly addicted to Gossip Girl & ATNM (oh, the shame). Finds painting own nails therapeutic. Takes an eternity to make a decision. Likes to swim. Fancies self as seasoned chef in manner of Masaharu Morimoto. Hates driving during rush hour. Feels happiest waking up to bright sunny mornings. Is afraid of cockroaches and balloons. Dislikes awkward silence. Buys too many dresses and not enough comfortable shoes. Is convinced that people only appreciate what they have to work hard for.


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skin by: Jane
Wednesday, December 19, 2007 @ 4:52 PM
Going Insane At Work

I'm going to Japan in three days, but I don't feel it. Coz I still have to work three more days. Well, two and a half more days.

I used to love coming to work. I really did. Now I'm struggling even to remember why that was. Everyday I wake up, and the thought of spending another eight whole hours here makes me want to suffocate myself to unconsciousness(not death, gosh no. i need to get myself to japan first =P) with a pillow so I'd have a valid reason to skip work.

And the thing is? I've never skipped work. Except for one friggin' day when I got into a car accident in LDP and I couldn't open my car door coz it was so crumpled.

The only thing that cheers me up at work is Harry Potter. Yes, I am reading the final HP book at work. So report me.

And even that didn't do me much good coz I ended up weeping quietly to myself during lunchtime, mourning over the death of - oh you haven't read it? - nvm then.

I can't believe they died. =( That's even more heartbreaking than finding out Dumbledore is gay. Tell me Snape is gonna die, THEN I'll be upset.

OMG, he IS going to die, isn't he. I have this disturbing sense of affection for Snape; I can't explain it. I keep hoping the story will take a twist and he was actually on Harry's side all along.

OMG he's gonna die. I nEEd to get back to the book. Why's everyone around my desk??




Thursday, December 06, 2007 @ 4:53 PM
Flowery Gestures

Reached the office in the morning and found a plant/flower... thing in a glass filled with water on my desk. Asked everyone in my department (All two of them) if they knew who'd set it here, but nobody knew. I had my suspicions but I kept to myself...

It couldn't be Kazu coz the world will start bursting into flames the day he gets to work earlier than he absolutely has to.

Plus, he'd sooner put on some black tights and belt out a spanish love song than do something lame (but romantic, maybe - works for some ppl..??) like that.

I din dare to touch it for fear of Anthrax (or the latest biohazardous threat - who can keep up with all the WMD these days), not even when it was blocking my mouse movements. I even moved my entire PC a couple of inches over so I wouldn't have any contact with it.

The culprit called during breaktime. Do you know what it is? It's a jasmine flower. I cut it from my own plant at home. Brought it all the way from my hometown. It's supposed to give off a sweet smell. Can you smell it? I put some sugar into the water so it should last for a long time (unfortunately... -__-;)

The conversation was that one-sided. All I said was thanks (I guess..?), and no, I can't really smell anything, sorry.

It's not the first time he's done something like that. It could be souvenirs from business trips, cookies, cakes... and once, a paper boat. Don't ask me why; I'm juz as baffled as you are. And let's not even talk about the e-mails.

Kazu finds all this amusing. The guy's from his department, and he's usually this over-talkative, overwhelming person with the subtlety of a fighting bull. "That loud-mouth ojiisan (means uncle in jap) likes you!!~ Ha ha ha!" I guess the drastic change in personality is funny in an ironic kinda way, but he was enjoying it a lil too much, IMHO.

He din laugh tho, when I told him about the time I had to hitch a ride home from the flower guy (it was either awkward one-sided conversation or potentially fatal situation with strange taxi driver) and almost forced to have dinner together coz my car was in the shop for repairs and he couldn't leave work at 5.30 like the rest of us lazy local staff. =P

That night, he handed me his car keys and let me use his car until mine was fixed.

I'm gonna tell him bout the flower today, of coz. Maybe this time he'll hand me the keys to a brand-new car. Ha ha ha!