Monday, March 2, 2009
Today at work, the only free time chengying and I have was used to admire nat ho's pellucid skin. No erroneous mistakes today. Great. Confessions to make tomorrow.
I am glad that I am spending my time wisely, earning money as I wait for the next door in my game life to unlock. It is a million times better than wasting my time going out to listen to people(most unfortunately) prattling on about their boyfriends.
I had many interesting callers today. One was frustrated because she felt that she was caught in the toils of the law. The other exclaimed that she will have her baby delivered soon but she is not going to get married because "There are no good guys in the world!". Her bold statement as well as her stoic acceptance of single parenthood arrested my heart. I wondered if I was singing the same symphony as her because there was something else beside pure sympathy. Emphathy?
Now before people start to complain about my blog's verbose style of writing, I shall clarify things up a little. I love the beauty of language and so should you! I hope that you can be exposed to a wider range of vocab(for some good reasons, dictionaries are usually thick enough to use its weight to flatten crumpled papers.) So no complains okay(: if not, leave this site. I am not forcing you to swallow indigestable rocks of information.
okay(: the weather has been specially fine for creating pretty rainbows. I caught one in my phone. I should have posted it up to stomp and win a little something for myself shouldn't I? Very unfortunately, the bizzare weather change has encouraged the little naughty creatures of virus to manifest everywhere. Please det-tol the call centre. I am going to change place tomorrow at work. Must det-tol early in the morning.
I am beginning to understand our facial organs better, The eyes, nose, ears and mouth. When I drink water now, my nose gets runny. When I "blow" my nose, my vision blurred and my eyes get teary. When I close my eyes and "blow" my nose hard, my ears get blocked. These four are so sweet and loving aren't they?
Labels: black-out dance of the illness
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