Love-Joy
Can't get none! (doesn't this sound familiar baby?)
It does feel odd to have my coworkers (or otherwise the supervisors) reading my blog and equally bewildering that they seem interested to read on about my daily mundane life. How entertaining it has been for them (in the current standing of the BP vs MV match), I have no idea, but well if it keeps them happy and wacky, then thats good for them.
It is both amusing and frustrating to hear the two other supervisors digging at me. But ah... that adds to the fun element at work I suppose.
Is it not obvious when one's taken and the other's not (despite reminisciencing the ex)? Hahaha. If BP was a swinging single, then the situation would have been very different. But the fact is she is unavailable. And I am not about to be a third party in a relationship, despite a particular scandalous night of ****** *** with a married man at Bedroom Bar.
Poo! I couldn't stop grinning/smiling/laughing to myself for the rest of the night when a message from a certain someone sounded a little sore at my choice (in the previous entry). What does this mean then? How am I supposed to interpret that message? Literally? So I matter?
Damn, I am feeling the way Marycherry dear did, the part of a childish immature girl, peckish at having to deal with the load of emotions hurled my way.
You had no idea how the way you bade your farewell to me last evening, added a gait to my weary-laden steps. How a message from you lifted my almost gone-awry night (for having slipped on my job and causing an entire chain of unhapiness spiraling downwards). Or the way you slipped the $10 note to me last afternoon added a weird sense of familiarity and elation? Thank you very much, the ice cream tasted extremely good.
Hur hur, it first started off with Tripleperiod advertising for a date, then Sandralicious doing the female version of it.
Little do you guys know, mine was done even earlier on, however not asking not for a date but for respective make out, fag and drinking buddies, way back then. Though done in jest, but I did get offers of a fag and drinking buddies. None for make out buddies though. I am so uncharming. Damn.
Since breaking up with the my very first boyfrind, ex Darth, I realised that for every guy I actually fall deeply for has a song attached to them.
Started with Bittercoffee and The Reason by Hoobastank. [Had a lot more songs dedicated to him actually because the crush/love actually lasted for a frigging 8-9 months but this the most significant one]
Then out from nowhere came Martell and Skin On Skin by Sarah Connor [I think it's this song but bleagh, this pathetic friendship came and went in a matter of a month after that one night]
King and eh no song sia. Cannot be. Sure have one... [I guess all along I already knew he would be a good friend but nothing more cos he's attached too!]
MV and Collide by Howie Day.
The next song I can sing of hopefully will be Almost Here by Brian McFadden and Delta Goodrem. I sure do not wish to sing of this lovelorn song - We're Not Making Love Anymore by Michael Bolton and Patti LaBelle at all. Hur hur hur.
Hope my baby Gothic Jap Porn Star is feeling better from having wasted her afternoon waiting at LABW for nothing. Will get her some chocs to cheer her up!
I miss Sunshine and Marycherry. Bah! Work keeps us apart. Damn.
Signing off,
Miryclay aka Queen
It does feel odd to have my coworkers (or otherwise the supervisors) reading my blog and equally bewildering that they seem interested to read on about my daily mundane life. How entertaining it has been for them (in the current standing of the BP vs MV match), I have no idea, but well if it keeps them happy and wacky, then thats good for them.
It is both amusing and frustrating to hear the two other supervisors digging at me. But ah... that adds to the fun element at work I suppose.
Is it not obvious when one's taken and the other's not (despite reminisciencing the ex)? Hahaha. If BP was a swinging single, then the situation would have been very different. But the fact is she is unavailable. And I am not about to be a third party in a relationship, despite a particular scandalous night of ****** *** with a married man at Bedroom Bar.
Poo! I couldn't stop grinning/smiling/laughing to myself for the rest of the night when a message from a certain someone sounded a little sore at my choice (in the previous entry). What does this mean then? How am I supposed to interpret that message? Literally? So I matter?
Damn, I am feeling the way Marycherry dear did, the part of a childish immature girl, peckish at having to deal with the load of emotions hurled my way.
You had no idea how the way you bade your farewell to me last evening, added a gait to my weary-laden steps. How a message from you lifted my almost gone-awry night (for having slipped on my job and causing an entire chain of unhapiness spiraling downwards). Or the way you slipped the $10 note to me last afternoon added a weird sense of familiarity and elation? Thank you very much, the ice cream tasted extremely good.
Hur hur, it first started off with Tripleperiod advertising for a date, then Sandralicious doing the female version of it.
Little do you guys know, mine was done even earlier on, however not asking not for a date but for respective make out, fag and drinking buddies, way back then. Though done in jest, but I did get offers of a fag and drinking buddies. None for make out buddies though. I am so uncharming. Damn.
Since breaking up with the my very first boyfrind, ex Darth, I realised that for every guy I actually fall deeply for has a song attached to them.
Started with Bittercoffee and The Reason by Hoobastank. [Had a lot more songs dedicated to him actually because the crush/love actually lasted for a frigging 8-9 months but this the most significant one]
Then out from nowhere came Martell and Skin On Skin by Sarah Connor [I think it's this song but bleagh, this pathetic friendship came and went in a matter of a month after that one night]
King and eh no song sia. Cannot be. Sure have one... [I guess all along I already knew he would be a good friend but nothing more cos he's attached too!]
MV and Collide by Howie Day.
The next song I can sing of hopefully will be Almost Here by Brian McFadden and Delta Goodrem. I sure do not wish to sing of this lovelorn song - We're Not Making Love Anymore by Michael Bolton and Patti LaBelle at all. Hur hur hur.
Hope my baby Gothic Jap Porn Star is feeling better from having wasted her afternoon waiting at LABW for nothing. Will get her some chocs to cheer her up!
I miss Sunshine and Marycherry. Bah! Work keeps us apart. Damn.
Signing off,
Miryclay aka Queen
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