More to keep myself sane than from any great desire to have many readers, I'm going to continue blogging about random events that take place in my increasingly boring life. As you will notice, these random events are beginning to become a trifle office based, and centre around the same few idi- sorry, people.
Anyhow, last week's random event was that D, the other one (I shall call them D1 and D2 hereafter on my blog, D1 being the taller of the two; references in this post are to D2), bought a hot pink toothbrush entirely by accident and was most distressed by it thereafter because he felt that people would think he was, you know, poufy.
He really did buy it by accident. He picked it up at Cold Storage China Square, expounded at length about how he could not see himself buying a pink toothbrush, and then proceeded to the cashier with the same hot pink toothbrush in hand. None of us realised it. Really!
My, we are getting old.
P also told us, over chicken rice, about a book that he's been reading in preparation for marriage. The contents of said book are not suitable for discussion in a public forum such as this, but in short - even though it's written by Christians for Christians, as Jon pointed out when I told him about it (I could barely get the words out, I was laughing so hard): What's the difference between that and GQ?
It is good to be young and learning new and exciting things everyday (yes, refer to above paragraph on P's recent reading material). Thank God for that.
The resident Judicial Manager has also decided to leave our great company. I rang him during the week after he sent this really touching (for him) farewell email (he later told Jon some of his colleagues rang him with "tears in their eyes") and emailed him for the last time at his office email address with the lyrics of that great 张学友 classic:
若有缘， 有缘就能期待明天
我们重逢在那灿烂的季节
So long as there is fate, we will be able to look forward to tomorrow
We will meet again in that glorious season
Of course I don't believe in fate, but for the purposes of saying farewell to someone who's helped to maintain my level of sanity these past few hectic months, someone who's just as fond as I am of writing out the lyrics of Mandarin pop songs when seized by the need to doodle, it was perfect.
Judicial Manager, I will not forget the week I had lunch with you three times in a row because we had no other friends. See you again in that glorious season - when you queue up to buy fish soup for all of us because you're moving near there and the queue is always horrendously long.
Anyhow, last week's random event was that D, the other one (I shall call them D1 and D2 hereafter on my blog, D1 being the taller of the two; references in this post are to D2), bought a hot pink toothbrush entirely by accident and was most distressed by it thereafter because he felt that people would think he was, you know, poufy.
He really did buy it by accident. He picked it up at Cold Storage China Square, expounded at length about how he could not see himself buying a pink toothbrush, and then proceeded to the cashier with the same hot pink toothbrush in hand. None of us realised it. Really!
My, we are getting old.
P also told us, over chicken rice, about a book that he's been reading in preparation for marriage. The contents of said book are not suitable for discussion in a public forum such as this, but in short - even though it's written by Christians for Christians, as Jon pointed out when I told him about it (I could barely get the words out, I was laughing so hard): What's the difference between that and GQ?
It is good to be young and learning new and exciting things everyday (yes, refer to above paragraph on P's recent reading material). Thank God for that.
The resident Judicial Manager has also decided to leave our great company. I rang him during the week after he sent this really touching (for him) farewell email (he later told Jon some of his colleagues rang him with "tears in their eyes") and emailed him for the last time at his office email address with the lyrics of that great 张学友 classic:
若有缘， 有缘就能期待明天
我们重逢在那灿烂的季节
So long as there is fate, we will be able to look forward to tomorrow
We will meet again in that glorious season
Of course I don't believe in fate, but for the purposes of saying farewell to someone who's helped to maintain my level of sanity these past few hectic months, someone who's just as fond as I am of writing out the lyrics of Mandarin pop songs when seized by the need to doodle, it was perfect.
Judicial Manager, I will not forget the week I had lunch with you three times in a row because we had no other friends. See you again in that glorious season - when you queue up to buy fish soup for all of us because you're moving near there and the queue is always horrendously long.
