bones sinking like stones.

just some things before the weekend starts,

i've been having quite weird dreams lately. that super surreal dream where i was lost somewhere(in a car- the car suddenly dissapeared though.) and then i saw that pochong ghost (zombie who's wrapped up in white cloth and the cloth is tied up at the top of the head.) and i guess it was scaring me. i think i fainted in the dream(luckily).

and how firman was actually getting married (not the actuall marriage ceremony.. just sitting down and talking). and i didnt really like the fact that he was getting married. im not sure if it was the girl he was marrying or whatever issue made me unhappy. he has a girlfriend now too though.

and that stupid dream where by the people who were in charge of MCs(med cert. not mc hammer mc..) for one class i was having would be chosen to go to survive somewhere (this was the day after i had the chiang mai briefing). so there's 4 types of MCs. the normal mcs.. like go doctor.. then on leave mcs(not really mcs then?) ..and 2 other equally weird types of mc.

those incharge of the normal mc had to pack and leave for africa and.. i dunno why we were leaving in such a rush too. i tell you, it was just weird.
then in charge of on-leave mcs went to japan/korea for their winter survival thingy .
then there was india i think..
then i was the last group.. and i went to australia. quite dissapointed because i felt that i shld have gone for africa instead. and not waited what other places there was to go..

if you're bored reading..

• try this maze game. i got to level 10 of it. quite fun endnig
• or make your own bombay movie. or watch this subbed-over version.
  
• then there's this cool d&b of sheeps.
  

.. i was talking to fizah the other day how i wished there was this machine to cure all acne problems. there'll be a pump where you stick it in your mouth. then you start pumping..(ok... its starting to sound wrong). then after enough pumps, all your acne on your face will fly out like they've never been squeezed out before. if only...

there's this fat guy at work.. who thinks that office politics are rampant in that place where im working. ok, here are my reasons why there shouldnt be any politics in my workplace:

• half of the temp staff there are either old, or in between jobs or just wanna make money during our school hols.
• everyone wants to get out of that 9-6 boring job(unless you find joy and feel that you have passion to haggle strangers to attend boring seminars by IBM 9-6pm 5 times a week, all your life.)
• everyone unleashes their classified ads during lunch time to find a new permanent job.
• the pay is too good to make trouble with anyone
• no body hangs out with each other and goes to lunch on their own.

but this fat dude tells me things like

• there's a mole inside the office to find out who's saying bad stuff bout each other
• we shouldnt talk much to each other about work in work
• we shouldnt talk much at all
• dont say out loud "hey lets go makan,its break time"; i should instead just stand up, look at my watch and wink at the door. he'll follow me in a while. (i actually accidentally did this while wanting to meet fizah.. i had to run off and hope the elevator would come fast..)
• he says that all the malays(ie, me and him) should stick together and not interact much with the rest.

no wonder he's still stuck there.

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