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HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY! today's a good day! excite! (((:

anyway, written journal entries from work:

25/8
as i sit here, on someone else's table (because temp staff do not have the privilage of owning an office desk) the rhythmic clatter of fingers on the keyboard accompany my silent scribbles and mechanical breathing.

it is a slow day and time trickles by through a needle pricked pinhole, from an enormous vat full of finely milled flour. soft whispers can be heard from workstations as people murmur to themselves, of work, of play, of love.

I am on my third tiny cup of milo from the automated dispenser in the pantry, but my stomach still yearns for more. like a typical office lady, i had fish soup for lunch, which apparently is strictly meant for office ladies. because my non-office lady stomach is only half full, definitely not accustomed to such a diet. mentally, i cross out fish soup from my lunch list.

i try to recall how my monday has been so far. everything prett much followed the mundane routine except for the fact that i took the wrong train to work this morning. clearly wasnt much awake. monday mornings, oh well, i suppose thats excusable.

a dire need to go on a holiday arises, from the corner of my brain somewhere, i hear a tiny voice persuading, urging, almost demanding. I think of hedirman on his sun-filled Bali trip and wonder what fun activities he must be enjoying while i sit in this office chair and feel the air condition slowly drawing moisture out of my skin. it has been wet and rainy these days, i would not mind having some sun, although i have been bad and not slapping on sunblock for quite a while. work has made me nonchalent and lazy.

i have written a page ull of mindless ramblings and fought the urge to run down to macdonalds for a 6pc nuggets meal. i shall check if there is anything for tea break to reward myself. i heard there are eclairs from conrad hotel.

ps- a cosy saturday with you this week would be nice.

26/8
the receptionist gave me the death stare today when i happily skipped into the office. turns out that she did not see my note on top of the parcels to be sent out and got bitchy shitty. after which, upon realising her error and for switching on bitch mode on me for no rhyme or reason, she instantly tried the helpful approach. whatever.

her aside, wentworth miller lookalike said hello today and i still havent managed to muster up the courage to reply to his pleasentries. instead, i gave a too wide, too geeky grin. i really am so terrible then it comes to "le beau garcon".

the hallway is so quiet with neither one of the directors in, nor is elaine, hence im filling this up again. writing habit. cant wait for lunch!

back! had fish soup again. i know, im not suppposed to have it, mental note fail. but i topped it up with indian rojak! which happens to be the first time i tried indian rojak, i know, im a terrible foodie.

update, i realised that wentworth miller is jerome's (intern from france) friend! tee hee!

okay, got wind that i can end work at 2pm on friday. yayy! okay, got stuff to do, meeting steph and theresa in 2 hours!