Oh, gone are the days i can work 12 hours straight and still party.
I had to consciously pick myself up from draping my body across the sofa at Werner’s for SluttyShah’s birthday earlier.

“i’m sorry… i’m really tired and my social skills are shot to shit,” i apologized to Jimie.
Now when i think of it, i said the same thing to three other people, lest they think i have beef from being so quiet.

I went to eat lunch+dinner at Flam’s at 11pm.
Said hi to Charles, had shiraz and queried why their wine cellar was empty (they’re changing the glass cellar).

Earlier in the office this morning, Joleyn (our marketing dir.) was taking a smoke.
SarChan: Since when do you smoke Dunhill?
Jocelyn: Since the company’s our sponsor and… i’m now a cigarette whore.

SarChan and i stared at the pack on the table.

SarChan: Well…

Wait for it, wait for it…

SarChan: … you’re not a cigarette whore. You’re a fag hag!
Me: HAHAHAH!!!
***

I was doing work, and i thought i heard my name being called out.
So i looked up at the ceiling (out of habit), perplexed.
I heard laughter from my side and looked towards SarChan with a blur expression.
SarChan: I’m calling you la! Who did you think it was? God?
Me: -_-
***

RowdyRudy: I don’t care. You are coming shopping with me. I’m not going for your fashion launch thing looking like a cocksucker.
Me: HAHAHA

***

I’m supposed to write something on the topic of “How to Have a Good Sex Life.”

-_-

Don’t ask me how this came to be.
I sat back in my chair thinking, “Okay okay (this is how i think of ideas) Think about myself, how do *i* have a good sex life? What do i do?”

Then i stoned.

…

And MSNed SuperstarAdlin (aka new Content Manager) – “So right, i’m sitting in my chair trying to think how i* have a good sex life, so i can note points for the piece… and i realise how do i know what it takes to have a good sex life when mine is non-existant!!!”

Suddenly aggro comes out all.

1 minute, and no answer.
3 mintues, and still no answer.

Okay. Prollie the fellow didn’t see my MSN.

About 4 minutes later, a three-letter message blinked on my screen – “TMI”

I couldn’t stop laughing.
***

Ok, so i’m tired.
But certain things and the people at work make me laugh.
Other funny things happened but i can’t write anymore.
Need to crash now.

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