Boy meets World

Looks can be deceiving.

Never judge a book by it's cover.
Never judge a boob by it's cover.

Unless you are going to open it up and further explore it before coming to a conclusion.

I am 27 this year.
But I look like a full grown baby.
So cute and chubby, just only learning how to crawl properly.

I am not sure whether it's a good thing or not.
Perhaps both.

Good meaning somewhere down the road like 20, 30 years later,
I still look the same, except that I might restrain myself from misbehaving at times.

Bad as in nobody will ever offer their seat to me even when I am in my late 80's.
It doesn't really bother me a bit,
since most likely I would be sitting on another stranger's lap anyway.

I don't have much time to write true life stories about myself anymore.
Given the fact that I stay in the East corner of Singapore and my workplace is somewhere in Toa Payoh.
It aint that bad when you compare to those who are jobless but actually wake up early to queue for a Today newspaper.

Tampines is one of the worst station to be boarding a train in the morning.
In order to get a seat,
One has to stand in front of the yellow line before the train stops.
One has to stand in front of the door so close that you can see the nostril hair of the person going to alight.
One has to stand still even though there are people rushing out and struggling to brush pass your both sides.
It is then when one dashes inside to the nearest empty seat with full speed.

Bare in mind that using this technique,
the chances of obtaining it is still less than 20 percent.
Due to those bastards wearing school uniforms and usually in groups of 4 and above.
There are so many of them around, but I can't seem to find a nest anywhere nearby. Some are so hardcore that they managed to make themselves comfortable in the seats when their stop is like only 3 or 4 stations away. By the time they got up, there were already countless olympic gold medalist aunties waiting. It's partly their fault for letting those travelling much further like myself to stand instead of having a good rest on somebody else's shoulder.

What they do every morning is unforgivable.
Not only do they need to be caned in public,
their privates deserve to be smashed.

Office work is great.
Air-con, computers and probationary paper work.
There is an assistant doing the paper work for us but I actually volunteered to do them myself.
It's good to show others that I am hardworking and sincere in learning new things that I have never done before.

Like bondage and stuffs.

Building a strong bond with my colleagues and boss is very important.
Not only for now but all the time, anywhere so to speak.

My boss is a split personality kind of guy.
He is 40 this year and he still cracks lame jokes sometimes,
which I admire.
But he can also scold the shit out of a person even though the person is not full of shit.
He is a very intelligent person I would say.
And I really did learn alot of things from him till date.

I discovered his Friendster profile by searching his full name,
which I am sure alot of people do when they are fantasizing about that particular person in mind.
One must be mad to think that I am so curious about my boss that I managed to come upon his existence in my own room on the PC.
Like as if seeing him every working day wasn't enough.

I was just abit horny.
That's all.

Actually I didn't click on his profile at all.
I did not dare to risk that he was using a anonymous setting which he wouldn't even know if anyone checked him out.
He may be using the exposed option and God knows what he may think of me after that.

'Wah Nabei, this guy'
'So Kaypoh one ah...'
'Heng I never post nude photos of myself with only my shower cap on...'

Because of this awkward way of thinking, I might be kept under a closer observation on my working performance.
Mainly to see if I am capable of keeping his secret from my surrounding colleagues.

I have to attend meetings all the time.
Which I find is a waste of time when there are always no issues raised.
It's not like I want any mishaps to be stirring up but I am beginning to feel rebellious.
It aint cool to be putting your work aside just to walk to another building to take attendance and return.

My work is rushing against office hours.
Which means to say I can't get anything done when everyone else has already gone home.
Which means to say I won't be able to finish my work even if I stay till midnight at my desk.
I need information and I circulate them, among people.

There was once when I had 46 unread mails when I worked till 6.30 pm on a Friday.
It was already 1 hour after my official release and yet I didn't have the time to open up my presents to read them.
I didn't have the courage to open them up and the only thing that I was brave enough to do, was using the sneak preview option to view some of the contents inside.
I knew that hell would come on the following Monday and sure it did.

Around 60 over unread mails when I logged in that dreadful morning.
It would be a totally different thing if those were actually Fan mails.
But I guess they were not.
So not cool.

I think it's nothing compared to a person with relevant experience.
They would probably just tender their resignation the next day.

What do you call a Friday which is a non-working day.

A Good Friday.