Bye-bye, crushie!

I went to the office with Garfield puffy eyes today - a consequence of an argument with The Boyfriend last night after watching Minority Report. By the way, the movie was GREAT!

Today is a sad day. I should be rejoicing because it's a Friday. But it's also the last day of A here in the office. He resigned two weeks ago. Found out during the Big Boss' birthday bash in his condo.

We're giving A some sort of slumbook, a send-off gift. Well, it's actually not a slumbook. It's more of a compilation of our wishes for him. I wasn't happy signing it.

The send-off party will be at past 5. For the first time, I feel sad about a resignation.

Minus 1 hunkababe in the office.

I will miss his Rav 4 in the parking lot.

I will miss that appdev guy wearing that blue and white Polo Sports jacket.

I will miss my PDA partner during meetings with Smart. PDA as in that palm thing, not public display of affection, dummy! I wish!

Most of all, he will be missed because the office is not complete without him.

Like what Olive said this morning, it's sad to lose teammates to the world.

With a heavy heart, cheers to you, A! And see you around.

A great word I unearthed while reading Candace Bushnell's Sex and the City:

Abso-fucking-lutely!

Uttered by the tobacco-smoking character of Mr. Big.

The vain don't complain

This is the fifth day that I look like a dalmatian, what with all the spots on my face and neck - the remnants of the coterize session I had with my derma last Saturday. And I had to shell out almost 13kiao for that!

What - 13 kiao to look like a dalmatian?

Yep - I'm not kidding. And I have to go to work with this face everyday.

Such trade-offs of my most favorite capital sin - vanity.

The juggling act of working, attending grad school, keeping my friends and The Boyfriend, going to the gym and spending time with my family is already taking its toll on me.

I am drained.

Every single day.

I am tired.

Oh, well. Life's a bitch.

And so am I.