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I May Be Out of Here Soon - Sunday, Aug. 21, 2005
Home Alone - Wednesday, Aug. 17, 2005
What's Your Star Sign? - Monday, Aug. 15, 2005
Politics. Headache. - Thursday, Aug. 11, 2005
Sentosa Outing 2005 - Wednesday, Aug. 10, 2005
Saturday, Aug. 09, 2003
Honey, I'm Home!
Let's see if I can update normally from this office computer. I like the idea of open cubicles, I really do, anyone could just come by and say hello but you still have that semi-privacy an open cubicle can afford so that you can do your work in peace.
BUT.
You have to be brave (or crazy?) enough to do things that are completely not related to your work. Like for example? What I'm doing right now. Updating your online journal doesn't exactly qualify for work but when you're waiting for a pdf document to load (average loading time for less than 20 pages: 1 hour. And ... you open your mouth in shock.), it doesn't take a complicated flowchart to figure out that hey, I can finally update my journal!
I really wish I have eyes at the back of my head so that I could see who's coming in. To quote my TV boyfriend, Ephram, "This (online journaling during office hours) is completely illegal mother IA student behavior!" Gosh, I miss Ephram. And that, my friends, is a sign that I'm back and updating "normally" (like before).
I miss this. I have skipped this part of the week far too many times that I've decided to combine sub-entries into an extremely long (but comprehensive) entry. That's your cue to pee first, get a coke (preferably Vanilla Coke) and (sio)pao or Keebler's Chocolate Lover's Chocolate Deluxe Chocolate Chip Chocolate Cookies or whatever you have, because this is going to be long. Loooooong, I tell you.
#1 Hair Ye! Hair Ye!
My hair just had a makeover. Yes, folks. Gone are the hag-like curls, the look that says "A cat did my hair last night" and "No, this is not part of a used broom, thank you very much", the days of mass rebellion and forever nuisance that was My Hair.
I've given in to the calls of the salons and subjected my hair to a long-overdue rebonding treatment. And it. Was. Expensive. There. I said it. I heard the wrong amount (probably "because of all this damn hair!" -- Monica) and ended up paying much, much more.
But I like my hair. No, I love my hair. I really do! You should see it. It's straight, smooth and shiny. I don't feel like Atlas anymore, carrying all that hair on my head. Those 5 hours of sitting still -- I thought I'm going to have a stiff neck and thus will have to spend more for cure -- were worth it. I'm sorry, what? A picture? Umm...
#2 ZOOoooo! You chase the day away-ehay-eyayyy--
(To be continued)