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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
turning into a geographical component
there are good days and bad days. yesterday happens to be just one of those days in between. so much so that it was just blah. i practically remained stoned the whole day. sometimes i wonder how i am going to survive having a permanent job in future. i'm in my present job for around four months and i'm starting to get restless already. and that's one step away from boredom.

on rare occassions that i actually find the time to meet up with friends, we should do more than aimless wandering. not that it's a bad thing since it'll always be the company that matters most. but wandering around aimlessly somehow doesnt justify the limited 'free' time i have?

some rather frivolous details of my life:
i managed to cause the house to trip twice (is that the way i should phrase it?); thanks to the fabulous electrical appliance called the iron.
i kissed my colleague on the lips. it started out as a joke some weeks ago. due to our utter boredom, my manager decided that he shld witness two girls kiss. and we actually did it. i think she's the only female other than my mum that i kissed voluntarily. even though it was only a peck. hahas...