The Kobe Beef Effect

School is coming to an end. I was actually feeling abit nostalgic on my way to school today. It's like the end of a good and carefree era. Not that I hate my previous working life but there is pretty much nothing to look forward to. I know there are people look forward to spending the rest of their lives with their love ones *hint hint* but for me, there is nothing to look forward to actually *hint hint*.

To show your boss who is the boss

Today I was on the train to school and I was seated beside someone who took up 1.25 of a seat. I'm perfectly fine with that but please please do you mind keeping your head where they belong (like between your legs or something) and not on my shoulder? Do you seriously know how it feels to be seated in a really confined and small area with a massive head trying to rest on your shoulders.

Working adults. Rich food and ass stuck permanently in cushiony office chair. Lack of exercise (perhaps only an occasional horizontal tango with your colleagues in the office once in a while). Voila. Wasitlines balloon. Fingers get chubby. Double chins. Worse could happen. Like not being able to see your dicks**. Ever. Again.

disclaimer: **Not intended to corrupt innocent minds. Purely hypothetical.

Effects of a rich diet of expensive food and beer

Effects of a rich diet of expensive grains and beer

Say moo. We are the future kobe cows my friends.

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At 9.45am I was in school on a non- school day to make sure I make the last full use of the school printer. Of cuz, it was CMJ's brilliant idea to come early in the morning to avoid the 'unseen' crowd she was expecting. Hmm.. Well, who cares because my sole purpose of going to school is to eat in our first class school's third world canteen. I swear third world countries smell way better than our canteen. The smell is almost on par with Indian construction workers and NS boys but apparrently, there are people who likes the smell of Indian construction workers and NS boys judging from the crowd in the canteen today.


In the lab, CMJ chanced upon someone's resume and being the kaypohs we both are of cuz we read it. One more competitor for HR jobs my HR friends.

Class A kids always make me feel jittery. Like if I'm doing 5 journals, they will be doing 8 journals. All thanks to our Class A spy. The dustbin will always be full because of you *hidden meaning* So today, I saw like a couple of them hanging around the library, can you imagine my anxiety level because I spend the last 2 days being angry with Mr Wei and not studying because I was busy preparing arrows to aim back at him.

That is after I spent tuesday evening bawling my eyes out. And scaring neighbours with my screamings in the toilet. And cursing Mr Wei. After kicking him out of my house. Literally.

Ok. I was angry. Really angry. I was pissed for 3 WHOLE days. Stuffed myself with carrot cake at 3am everyday. Serious.

Good thing he did a memo on strategies on 'how to treat Miss Chan better' the MS and BGGC way. Memo 2 will be on implementation and control.

AND TO CMJ, for the LAST TIME, I'M NOT A FCP. If I were, I would have burnt my bras. Damn you.

New from G2000

It looks good on me k. Shupdap.

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You know about my rule about not answering calls from unknown telephone numbers. I just realised that Singtel has called me sometime ago after I posted my resume for a marketing and communications post. DAMN YOU STUPID MISS CHAN.

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Can't you tell I have got anger management problems? Anger problems have curb my growth cells.

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