The whole of last week was spent not talking to Cheryl (of the Hottie Lee fame). She had pissed me off two Saturdays at work. It was weird but strangely (even scarily) easy to not make conversation with Lah Moh. Eerie but Virgoan perhaps. We don't like to be wrong unfortunately.
On Monday past, she messages me (ahem...'caves in'?)to have lunch. So we end up having dog rice (what else) and made up in some form or another over roughly cut slivers of char siew, roasted chicken and duck. Then we had a barrel of laughs over everyone else's reaction to our version of US-Russia in the 80s. Then we laughed some more over our petty behaviour and odd follies. Today was a repeat of the Monday's hilarity. Oh dear, will the work ever get done? :) Well so it begins again - the rollicking, frolicking and brawling that is C and G.
I still haven't apologised. MCP? Maybe.
3 comments:
My condolences to Cheryl. Tell her maybe Virgoan men are just the cold war type. The type whose ego are as huge as a lion's shirt. And tell her it's true, you never apologise. Not even to the yellow elephant.
Finally cold war over....god its never fun going over to the CCG area and no slight noise can be heard...freaky!
yes... indians are mcps... :P
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