this week is so strenuous. i have piles or ever-growing work and my workstation is a mess from hell. being a not-so-organized lady, i contributed a lot to it.
let me do a quick check on everything on my table-top. there's one super huge pc, a pre-used telephone, calendar, watch, endless piles of paper and stick-notes, one red mug on a cement coaster, 2 shot-glasses (highly decorative okay), kura-kura named after me, stationery holder, 3 calling cards case- one wooden the other two plastics, 2 lipbalms, 2 bottles of lotion, 2 scissors, 2 headscarf, 4 filofax (i use each as i wish, no one dedicated one for the whole year...they are supposed to match my outfit/ handbag), one katak named yogi and one david i-dont-know-how-to-spell-his-last-name. ala....david the-one-who-got-married-to-posh.
and owh yar, puncher, stapler, my wallet, handphone, vouchers and coupons, novels, and the ever so hip and happening (hak tuih) monthly lifting plan, and one whole pile of counterparties contact list ( i printed one each time it is updated). and there is also endless pieces of paper sticked/ pinned on the soft board. more are on whatever scraps of metal i could find around me. yet, i never ever lost a thing. coolness. until today...
i could not find my stapler. i've tried looking everywhere within my territory and even organized a little but still in vain. desperate for repair measures, i seeked for a new one from the stationery man. just in time to find mine sitting contently by the photocopy machine.
*fewh i am still the record holder.
owh yaaa back to my tense week, everyday after and sometimes even at work i could feel my facial muscle becoming so stress that i got so close to believing that i am having a facial-muscle-cramp. really got eh this kind of things? i got to do more reading.
let me do a quick check on everything on my table-top. there's one super huge pc, a pre-used telephone, calendar, watch, endless piles of paper and stick-notes, one red mug on a cement coaster, 2 shot-glasses (highly decorative okay), kura-kura named after me, stationery holder, 3 calling cards case- one wooden the other two plastics, 2 lipbalms, 2 bottles of lotion, 2 scissors, 2 headscarf, 4 filofax (i use each as i wish, no one dedicated one for the whole year...they are supposed to match my outfit/ handbag), one katak named yogi and one david i-dont-know-how-to-spell-his-last-name. ala....david the-one-who-got-married-to-posh.
and owh yar, puncher, stapler, my wallet, handphone, vouchers and coupons, novels, and the ever so hip and happening (hak tuih) monthly lifting plan, and one whole pile of counterparties contact list ( i printed one each time it is updated). and there is also endless pieces of paper sticked/ pinned on the soft board. more are on whatever scraps of metal i could find around me. yet, i never ever lost a thing. coolness. until today...
i could not find my stapler. i've tried looking everywhere within my territory and even organized a little but still in vain. desperate for repair measures, i seeked for a new one from the stationery man. just in time to find mine sitting contently by the photocopy machine.
*fewh i am still the record holder.
owh yaaa back to my tense week, everyday after and sometimes even at work i could feel my facial muscle becoming so stress that i got so close to believing that i am having a facial-muscle-cramp. really got eh this kind of things? i got to do more reading.
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