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read between the lines
office boredom working past the official hours alone in the office can get pretty boring. so i decided to play I Spy and see what my little eye could find: this is one of my colleague's seats. and that big smacking red lips there is called the butt-kisser. i can see why, though personally i hate cushions and extra stuff to plant my ass on. i am always flinging the bamboo mat or leather pillow in my mom's car to one side every time i sit in front back home. i received this in the mail together with the documents i was supposed to sort out. wow....s'pore mail is so gracious. back home, you either never get the mail (dumped in some rubbish bin somewhere), you find it koyak (malay for torn), or you get it ripped out and re-taped messily with scotch tape, with its valuable contents emptied out. save for the letter your friend, aunty or magazine subscription officer gave you that says he or she was enclosing a something (book, cd, magazine, anything the postman finds worth taking) for you in that package.or, better yet, if the postman has a grudge against your dogs for ferociously barking at him everytime he comes up to the gate, instead of dumping it into the letterbox like he is supposed to do, he throws it to the dogs who gladly bite it to tatters, which is exactly what the postman wants. i also took a bunch of cheeky photos of yours truly making faces in the office but i shall not post them here for fear of blackmail! haha. besides that is so...common. |
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