Nasty
I’m bored beyond my breaking point. I’m afraid if this goes on until my actual project starts, I might lose my mind and run wild in Tanjung Rambutan…
But, then again, you might be thinking, if she has nothing to do, she must be leaving early everyday…Hell, no. No No No! I’m beginning to leave around 7pm. Huh? Why? Because I do have work to do and it is usually assigned to me after lunch. With morning wasted away, I have to speed it up in the evening. Worse still, it’s not something that requires skills but simple tapping on the keyboard or some basic logical skills which also bores me to death.
I know…I know…First I wanted a job badly, now I have one, I’m complaining. Soon in March, I would be doing my first pilot project which probably would take almost all my time and I would be complaining of too much of work…Sigh, I don’t know what to do with myself. Coming to think of it, Tanjung Rambutan doesn’t seem to be such a bad idea at all…
Got stuck in jam after work last night. Poor Prem, she took almost 1 and a half hour to reach my workplace, and went rounding to avoid the jam, looking for place to eat. Both famished with Prem chanting ‘Makan shop, makan shop, makan shop’ like a mantra while driving… and like usual,(whenever u try to be adventurous) we didn’t find any food shop. Instead, wound up back at the road in front of my office, braved the jam and finally…finally…reached a shop near our house. Being adventurous never pays at times…I was hungry enough to eat Prem alive by then.
Now, at the food stall, let me describe it. It’s a very small cramped stall which I would never go in any normal day but Prem said the food is excellent so we went in and took a table right inside the cramped stall tent and beside us, were three guys eating away. One of them was plump and fat, and disgusting looking. Let’s call him Pig. Pig was happily smoking away, with his back facing our table and I was wrinkling my nose every time I sniffed in a whiff of the nicotine smoke. Then, our drinks arrived and my eyes noticed a slight but quick movement from Pig’s side and then, the most unpleasant sound stung my ears…
Pooottttt……
Turned out, Pig moved to lift one of his heavy butt cheeks from his chair to let go of his pungent gas and was so bloody nonchalant about it. So was his group of wild boar friends. The sound was loud enough to scare off a pack of retarded hyenas. Out of sheer shock inhaling the blatant release of the ‘poisonous gas’, I turned, shell shocked, to look at Prem, only to catch her covering the lid of her drink…Adui…
All I could do was to pray that Pig won’t release another set of his gas when our food arrives…Fortunately Pig left when our food arrived…or else, if he released another before going, I would have gagged and puked at the same time…
Bloody Pig….
But, then again, you might be thinking, if she has nothing to do, she must be leaving early everyday…Hell, no. No No No! I’m beginning to leave around 7pm. Huh? Why? Because I do have work to do and it is usually assigned to me after lunch. With morning wasted away, I have to speed it up in the evening. Worse still, it’s not something that requires skills but simple tapping on the keyboard or some basic logical skills which also bores me to death.
I know…I know…First I wanted a job badly, now I have one, I’m complaining. Soon in March, I would be doing my first pilot project which probably would take almost all my time and I would be complaining of too much of work…Sigh, I don’t know what to do with myself. Coming to think of it, Tanjung Rambutan doesn’t seem to be such a bad idea at all…
Got stuck in jam after work last night. Poor Prem, she took almost 1 and a half hour to reach my workplace, and went rounding to avoid the jam, looking for place to eat. Both famished with Prem chanting ‘Makan shop, makan shop, makan shop’ like a mantra while driving… and like usual,(whenever u try to be adventurous) we didn’t find any food shop. Instead, wound up back at the road in front of my office, braved the jam and finally…finally…reached a shop near our house. Being adventurous never pays at times…I was hungry enough to eat Prem alive by then.
Now, at the food stall, let me describe it. It’s a very small cramped stall which I would never go in any normal day but Prem said the food is excellent so we went in and took a table right inside the cramped stall tent and beside us, were three guys eating away. One of them was plump and fat, and disgusting looking. Let’s call him Pig. Pig was happily smoking away, with his back facing our table and I was wrinkling my nose every time I sniffed in a whiff of the nicotine smoke. Then, our drinks arrived and my eyes noticed a slight but quick movement from Pig’s side and then, the most unpleasant sound stung my ears…
Pooottttt……
Turned out, Pig moved to lift one of his heavy butt cheeks from his chair to let go of his pungent gas and was so bloody nonchalant about it. So was his group of wild boar friends. The sound was loud enough to scare off a pack of retarded hyenas. Out of sheer shock inhaling the blatant release of the ‘poisonous gas’, I turned, shell shocked, to look at Prem, only to catch her covering the lid of her drink…Adui…
All I could do was to pray that Pig won’t release another set of his gas when our food arrives…Fortunately Pig left when our food arrived…or else, if he released another before going, I would have gagged and puked at the same time…
Bloody Pig….
posted by BluePixie @ 12:59 PM
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