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Is a special date that will only happen in every thousand year. My boss birthday falls on 20 Sep. another special number… 20092009…
anyway, enuff of numbering games…xiong zhou is playing faye wong song the whole morning in office cos he just bought 3 disc compilation from Giant at $5. he challenged me to guess the song within 3 secs to prove that I’m a fayenatic. I proved myself.
Lately things are bothering me. both trivial and work. Monday on my way back from JB in Xiong’s car, we had some chats. He said is all in the mind. If you wake up telling yourself you are having a bad day, you’ll have a bad day. If you tell yourself you’re able to find a parking lot in a crowded place, you’ll find it. I drove his car back home that day after he dropped off at Teck Whye…i ponder about his statement. I think I have a lot of negative aura and elements around me lately. I know I gotta expel them to be happier.
Upon reaching home, I decided to park his car in between office and my place – Rowell cos is free parking from 5pm to 830am. Is usually crowded at night but i think positively for a parking lot. Ok, there’s one squeezy one cos 2 lorry parked in front and behind me. My parallel parking was good that night…haha…I just place a 50c coupon cos I know I won’t leave home by 830am to walk to office.
at this point of time, my 2 male colleagues are discussing a bra project. they’re looking at an excel matrix of bra type, sizes, functionalites….haha…just funny to keep hearing push up, maximiser, cups coming out from their mouth
ok…nothing much to write le…byes