typed and saved at work

God this office is darn cold. I am sitting here on the very cusp of shivering my bones to bits, unable to concentrate because the temperature is apparently awakening nascent serpentine tendencies in me and I am on the verge of going into perpetual mental (if not physical) hibernation.

I’m wearing a super thick formal shirt (I started melting the moment I put it on but once I got to my desk it had about as much effect as rice paper) and my blast jacket AND my blazer draped over my legs. If this goes on I’m bringing my winter coat tomorrow, pink and furry or not.

Fourth day of attachment, and well-a-day I got through the middle of the week. It’s actually been quite fun because it’s surprisingly akin to sph work in the sense that 1) no handholding, you sink or swim 2) you really get exposed to every side of human life 3) you learn not to take things—people, or words, or affidavits—at face value. Lies, lies, it’s ALL lies. What a cynic this is breeding (or perhaps just uncovering).

But it is different in the sense that there is 1) no facebook 2) no ebuddy!!! 3) no lotus notes chat. Seriously, I never knew how useful it could be till when I DON’T have it.

Spent the first day feeling sorry for one person whose legal costs had escalated to 10k. stopped a few moment later when I realised he earns 2.5 times that every month. Also spent time researching prices of watches—cartier is madness but no one touches rolex, and anyway I cleared up the mistaken impression I had that breitling is a v expensive brand (did I confuse it with breguet?). how the hell does anyone afford like 13 of these damn things (INCLUDING THE *#$&^%$# CARTIER) and then refuse to pay maintenance anyway.

I have 7 affidavits to read through and I’m starving. :(

Only the other day as I walked past somewhere I heard music—some music—and a bolt of longing stabbed me so, so hard.

Nowadays… nowadays my nights sustain my days; half the time I get through them only by thinking about whatever class or practice I have at night. Work, dance, running, family, friends—I’ve basically sacrificed the last three on the altar of time’s demands. life BLOWS.

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or not really. kind of made up for those sacrifices in the most unexpected of ways. am happy!

1) i don't have to use up the remainder of my danzp package on alex's classes because apparently he'll be taking adelene's classes for the next session (he took today's. haha yuko jealous?)

2) was not late for joo teng's class despite dawdling at the kallang class

3) met random ang in the most serendipitious of ways: smsed her after jt's class to ask if she was still around and if she wanted to go home together. she asked me to stay where i was (prinsep); i realised i was quite near where she was supposed to be and decided to wander around to see if i could find her. and lo and behold, suddenly someone screams my name :D found her standing by the roadside waiting for her dad and went for siglap supperrr. I'VE MISSED THE RANDOM ONE. still looks awesome. still awesomely weird. hahahahhaa

4) her dad fetched me home after supper so i had plenty of time to irritate mum and sis and dad. whee. and feed junk food to my dog (i'm allowed to, the vet says we should give him chocolate).

now i just need to run and get everything out of my system. but something's still wonky with my ligaments or something i still can't stretch properly (damn cycling and bicycles, all, and dads who would say "i told you so!" very very smugly if they knew). sigh. shape run on sunday just lock me up and throw away the key.

in any case if there's only one good thing i have gained from work (im not saying it's the one good thing, only "if") it's that sitting next to the smoking corner has decisively rid me of any sort of penchant for bad boys who smoke. even cute ones. (now i just need to work on the tattoos and the bikes thing)

going to read; i have somehow managed to make "the other boleyn girl" last me almost the entire week. maybe it will. no time to go to the library.

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save