Hormone in Office

Too Many Women in Office is HAzardous

I am feeling very frustrated trapped between so many women.

If she does not like the other women, she can not make me don't like the other woman.

I am lazy

I am very lazy.
I am a lazy bug.
I am a lazy loser.
I am a lazy loner.
I am a lazy lazy.
I am a lazy bad lady.
I am a lazy employee.
I am a lazy crazy girl.
I am a lazy poor girl.
I am a lazy girl who want a boyfriend.

Googling myself

I read from a blog, and the blog writer boasted about he appeared 1st from google result. It is not hard to appear 1st for the result. When I was googling by my name and Malaysia, I appear 1st in the result from google too.

Too bad only 1 result is correct. Many I am too anonymous in cyberspace. Some day I will write a blog introducing myself and my sandy life.

Men the Martian, from Singapore Science Center

I have noticed an interesting thing recently.

Subject: How men respond to pretty ladies.

Venue: In a country which is a beach itself.

Event:
Recently, came a new Colombian lady to my department. As all are informed that Latino women are sexy and attractive. This new lady is a confirmation to it.

She is my colleague and also my companion. We always have our meal together.
Since she became my companion in eating, other Latinos men started to join our table. Fyi, usually guys are not fond of sharing table with me, maybe because I am very focus in my food when I am eating. Suddenly all these guys presence in my dining table humors me. Sexy lady attracts ants.

When we walked out of the mess (dining place), when she said thanks to two waiters, she made their feet crumbled. Those two guys just stunned and look 'high'. Me who was behind her saw what she did to those two men. Then I broke the ice by imitating her in saying thanks, except in a more exaggerating way. ' Thaannkk you'.

Conclusion:
Be sweet if you want ants in your dining table.

Missing

Missing someone is a feeling.
I miss many someone.
Really miss, really miss, really miss.

I miss one.
I miss two.
I miss three.
I miss four.

I really miss you.

Broken Vase

A broken vase will always be broken.

No matter how hard you try to mend it with super duper elephant glue,

It will still be broken.

It is useless to keep it; its fallen pieces will hurt you once in a while.

Special guest star appearance: A Lion

Someone is hiding in my slumber. Ah! It is a Lion.
A lion who wanted to be in the presence of miu miu liu liu.
Of cause, because Lion is a cat too like miu miu liu liu

Contribution from Lion:
Your smile is a waterfall of happiness for me;
Your eyes – the reason I am happy.
And every time you go to sleep and shut your eyes for the night,
My happiness goes into sweet hiding beneath the eclipse of your slumber.

Just a ghost

GHOST is a hot topic recently. My friend is full of ghost knowledge which was taught to her by her grandfather. This friend of mine likes to have imagination about ghost in our room. I do not believe in ghost. Somehow she did hypnotize my mind indirectly.

The story begins with:

I was very tired today. So I decided to take a long noon nap today, considering that I have to work late night today. In the middle of my nap, suddenly I felt the urgency to visit the toilet for business No. 1. I ignored it because it is still bearable. So I continue my nap.

Then I had a dream, in my dream, I am sleeping and had a dream. In the dream of my dream, suddenly I felt a rush of energy climbing on my bed and on me. I felt the mattress moved like when someone kneels beside me. My whole body can not move and I can not shout. So I just praying in my heart and I wonder why the energy is still there. I am sure it is only a dream, and I am sure I am having this dream due to too much ghost talk with my friend.

In my dream, suddenly the energy was gone, and I woke up from the dream of my dream. I rush out to the door and open it. All I saw is darkness.

I woke up from all my dreams.

Turn on the light.

See nothing but still sleepy, and want to pee.

Thanks to Cik Mutiara

Thanks very much to my 1st reader who gave me comment!!
Gracias! (Spanish)
Abrigado! (Portugese)
Terima Kasih! (Malay)
Xie xie! (Chinese)
Arigato! (Japanese)
Multumesc! (Romanian)
Sukran! (Arabic)
Thanks, Mate! (Aurstralian)

And many many cipiki cipika cipiki cipika to Miss Pearl!

P.S: Cipiki cipika= cium pipi kiri, sium pipi kanan (kiss left cheek, kiss right cheek)

Bad talk

I want to bad talk about my boss.
mmmm
ermmmmmmmmm
lazyyyyyyyyy
bla bla bla bla bla
I am too lazy to explain.
Finished my bad talk.

Oh no! Visiting my forgotten blog gave me a surprise.

Oh no! Visiting my forgotten blog gave me a surprise.

Intro:
I am a blog reader, but does not write much due to lack of inspiration and laziness.
I am a fan of Kenny Sia, E-quip, Daphne Ling, slightlydrunk, and some more.

Fyi:
slightlydrunk is a Canadian blog. He stop blogging for a while before, when he went to another place to work. So I stopped reading his blog, completely stopped.

Surprise:
When I was visiting my own forgotten poor blog, looking around and reading my own blog. I read one of my blog is about slightlydrunk. Out of respect to my nostalgia feeling, I clicked the link (located beside my blog) to slightlydrunk. I am so surprised that he continued his blog.

Feelings:
Yahooooooooooooooo!! Another interesting blog for me to read!!!

Aprilililili

Today, we have a bad weather. So my boss let us go to St Paul monestry near Suez, around 15 minutes from our hotel. My boss order a bus for us.
So I went down waiting for people to appear............... Finally only 4 person appear, and 5 person in a big bus.
When we reach the monestry, it is closed. The sign on the door is saying monday to wednesday, no vistors are allowed due to festive time. Easter is coming for Christian orthodox. so their nuns and priests need to pray. No interruption is allowed.

It is really Aprilililililililili (Serbianversion of april fool).

Him and his

Suddenly i found out his photo album. He is good in pictures.
It felt so different. It is something that I am not part of it, purely his.
No hint of me in it.
Just him and his visual creativity.
I had been one of his creativity before.
But it get deleted every time we broke up.
When I was looking at his pictures, I felt that he is happy in his own space.
In his own space without me as intruder.
I felt that it is better that I just let him go.

But I am selfish.
I want to be there with him when he is sad.
I want to be there with him when he is happy.
I want to be there with him when he is proud.

I miss him much.

I got lost in blogspot!!!

I got lost!!

Last year, I have been trying hard to find my blog back but cant find it. At last, today when I think of starting to blog again, I found it. Hoorayyyyyyyyy!!!

Only three word to describe my feeling to blogspot now. 'I HATE YOU!'

okay...............................

This blogging thing is very hard to tackle, cause my blog will always be very dull looking and I think no one ever visit my blog. My blog may not be interesting as 'Kenny Sia' or some dude called 'sexy thingy'. But my blog is quite... hmmnn...... original.... or ....... still remain dull?( trying to share some fame of some dudes...)

Watever laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..................................