dissolute.

brilliant how cleanly cut this was. everything fell together perfectly all because somebody planned. i don’t really know whether to buy a nice bottle of moet or to eat a tub of gelato. either way, i hope i don’t land myself anywhere within a 2 kilometre radius of this well orchestrated illusion ever again.

Today was my last day of work and it was thoroughly delightful.

i like how estee lauder is. i like how we have one million company lunches, department lunches, farewell lunches, chinese new year lunches, welcome lunches and vendor lunches! i put on a hefty bit of a tummy there!

i now understand why pantries along with the business times and borrowed magazines are ideal for people who don’t have anybody to eat lunch with . i realise not all of us got along like blazing cottages, hence the need for pantries! on hindsight, it wasn’t completely awful or ridiculously traumatising. (i can so hear the people who i have whined to laugh in my face and tell me i am a complete and utter baby but nevermind, i don’t care!)

Actually i’ve only eaten in the pantry once and i wasn’t alone and the only reason why i ate in the pantry was because my superior was too stressed to eat (with me). but nonetheless Thank God for Pantries!

and i am rather fond of my superior. she is pregnant and we laugh at how much we eat. the guy from the other side asked me to come back (to polish his shoes). the big boss was too busy to say anything to the awkward temp. but the full-timer came to wish the hard-of-hearing nineteen year old well so all was not at a loss!

even though this job probably devowered the last bits of my holiday, i’m extraordinarily glad i sucked it up.

slurring and cages.

09/02 i promise will never show its ugly head again. i will not down anything and i will not pounce anything.

i don’t really remember a word you said and good thing for that. everything was odd, dark and i shall leave everything behind.

let us scour ourselves in hot water, smile and do go into denial.

woohoo!

snaps and claps for lea-0h and nat-oh!

yes sir.

there is no such thing as no.

I shall sit down by your side and giggle at your callow jesting. I shall paint on a smile, comb my hair and dress in my best. I will chain my tongue to the top of my mouth so you will never hear what i really think.

where is the perquisite of all of this?

should i spend irreplaceable minutes listening to you give me a lecture of how heavy your pocket and name is? i work now therefore the time i steal away from cosmetics and logistics and sticky labels and vendors and gridwall lithos and launch testers and collections and programs and excel and word and clarke quay and semi-unbearable people must be rationed.

now i really wish there was a word called no.