We Lost!! And I Miss Bunny Daphne...

4-1 thrash by silly Chelski!! Ooh, my heart breaks. Are we not good enough for those million-dollar babies of Roman Abramovich?? I didn't stay up to watch the match on ESPNsoccernet.com; fell asleep while waiting for Daddy Alonso to get to work. Was having a phone conference with my two angels, Alex & Natalie before. Well, like I'm Dylan, duhh.

Anywayz, I miss Jan & Such so much; the GB Family are planning to watch a movie this Thursday & I'm hoping my ban has been lifted. Ahahahkz!! I think I miss all my friends with equal ferocity. Like, I have 3 major groups of friends which I have to juggle my time with & it really pains me that sometimes I don't get to see all of them as much as I'd like to. Because seeing them means going out more & I don't want a repeat of that previous incident to get me grounded again. I'm not complaining over the fact that I have alot of close friends, but I guess it's the wistfulness in me that wishes for me to be there for them more than I can currently give. I don't mind having to divide my time between different groups of friends; I love it.

I'll be meeting Bunny -!!!- today after I rot in the library, which I haven't visited for eons. Mummy Alonso suggests that I try my luck finding a job there even if it is as voluntary work since I enjoy the company of books so much. Hmm, maybe I will. Really missed the times when I had my long holidays just after GCE O' Levels back in '03 while waiting to enter Polytechnic & thus, spent my time at the library, absorbing whatever 'knowledge' on general stuff that I could get my hands on. It varied from soccer to animals, wedding plans to automobiles, travel destinations to the fashion industry, language translations to autobiographies. At the end of the day, I'd walk out of the library a happy reader with my bag filled to the brim with 8 romance paperbacks that I'd picked & filtered.

Will probably have dinner at Old Chang Kee or maybe the all-halal foodcourt at Century Square, depending on what Bunny's budget is. Or maybe she'll get a little something from me. Nyeh nyeh nyeh. In any circumstance, we shall drown our miseries of losing to Chelski, windering what could've happened that made the Reds lose like that.

Hoping that Bunny will have a whacked time at work, just like I did on my good days. Work hard, Bunny!! Rafa KNOWS you are slacking. Send me an email or so if you've got a personal address like I did or if you can, come onto MSN for a chat. BUT, if you're busy, never mind. I'm sure my blogs will keep you company along the way. Now, it's yours & Mori's turn to be in Spain & I, at hmmm...Melwood?? No, Merseyside lahh.

Currently lunching on some leftover mutton Briyani which sees me having a war with the lamb that just refuses to be cut into pieces with my spoon. We all know who's going to emerge the outright victor, right?? *snerk*

All lambing aside, I have some special mentions & thanks to say to before I forget & it completely slips my mind.

Thanks Mok Wan, the kan cheong spyder I/C whom taught me all there was to know about my jobscope & what I was required to do & was most patient with me even though I did commit a few blunders sometimes. I think it was you who so-called motivated me to push myself to do what I thought I didn't know how to & discovered more of myself. And yes, thanks for that lunch treat.

Thanks Alice & Emily, the mother-figures in the office in my opinion who insist on calling me Liyana. You made my stay here very comfortable & you were always warm towards me from Day 1. I will definitely miss you both for that; wish I could've given you a hug on that last day but I chickened out last minute.

Thanks Foong, for being that temporary supervisor that I wish I'd known better. After all, you're a fellow Red Devils fan & I think you were closer to me than Chin Hwang was. Your periodic inquiries as to how I was coping with everything made me feel like I was remembered even though I'm just a puny temperory intern.

Thanks Chin Hwang, my supervisor whom took two weeks instead of two days to know my name due to your absence during my arrival. Even though you're the one signing my log sheet, you were never the one giving out assignments & so we weren't very close; we were just based on supervisor-intern kind of basis. But you did leave me a nice memory & that was when you gave me that Backstreet Boys new album, Never Gone & you're the one who's giving me my paycheck so, thanks for that.

Thanks Uncle Lee, for that bucket of laughs you provide as antidotes to a boring day. You may never find out that your antics never cease to bring a smile to my face or a tiny chuckle escaping from me. Even your sleeping form is able to get a giggle out of me. Though you weren't the most welcoming of people, we were I guess, on neutral ground. You did your thing & I did mine.

And finally to Ilham, THAT man who never stops talking about marriage, matchmaking & bragging. Thanks for the meal & I thank God I'm out of your clutches. Thankfully, the new intern is a guy & you have no daughters. Or else, I'm pretty sure that fella would be as traumatized as I was during my reign in the office.

Well, I guess that pretty much wraps up this entry. Will probably be back to post more on life.

Laterz...
Lenny JC