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a whole lot of bollocks
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wanted: lunch khaki
o, woe is me! my office happens to be very incoveniently located in the groin of sunny island singapore, in fucking science park 1.
where the hell is this prehistoric cave, you ask.
well, it doesnt matter where, because it is strategically placed beyond civilisation so that the deranged scientists here can concentrate on world domination.
yes... why the fuck is a media company like mine stuck here? i do not know.
my particular building is strangely located behind this massive vomit of overgrown foliage, and the blocks here are connected by very primitive looking bridges. like those tribal treehouses owned by incestuous cannibals with betelnut-stained teeth.
there is only ONE public bus that transports the exodus of harassed-looking corporate slaves from modern society into this elusive dungeon (abandon hope all ye who enter!!) every morning, i pull my panties into a bunch in frustration trying to squeeze my butt up the bus.
and mind you, i have a small butt.
whats even more infuriating is that the bus company KNOWS about the madness that ensues every morning with the arrival of sweet service 92 (push! shove! grunt! curse! push! get to the back of the bus you fucking fuckers!!!!!) but yet they still deploy the tiniest pygmy bus they own (half the size of a normal SBS bus).
SBS, please do not confuse science park with lilliput okay?
this applies to bus 95 as well, which calls at the same stop but carries a different load - the sad looking bunch of young people to the madhouse i call NUS.
NUS is a HUGE place. i don't know what the student population is but i believe 95 is the only service that plies the campus. it arrives probably once a millennium.
speaking of which i visited J at his hall in NUS yesterday and i was appalled by how small his room is, as well as the sight of topless young boys in running shorts lurking in the corridoors.
i digress.
so the bus stop opposite buona vista MRT is populated by only two kinds - office workers suffocating under their obnoxiously coloured ties and half-asleep students. of course there is a third category - me. the fabulously flashy gorgeous perky kind.
i should be crowned queen of the bus stop or something.
anyway.
if you happen to be lodged between the rocks and a hard place called science park 1, call me. and maybe we can stuff our faces with the disgusting food on offer at the Cintech 1 (which sounds like a toilet) canteen.
okay the indian food is not half that bad.
well... the only redemption? the reuters cuties. hahahaha shit i just can't get enough of them.
okay back to work.
p.s : raise yr hands, all of you who thought greenspan was an environmental organisation.
p.p.s : am i the the only who suffers from momentary giddy spells whenever evil thoughts cross my mind? i am not kidding. for example i'll think ''maybe i should put rat poison into the office bitch's cup", and a suddenly a bout of wavering vision lasting about 3 seconds would follow.
