You take the breath right out of me




Still.

I dont think i'm quite ready to say anything right now.

Here's another interesting valentine-date hopeful:

"can i date you to burger king for a whooper burger with onion rings and coke?"


His expertise in the BK menu displays a very high likelihood of an ex-BK staff. However i am in a good mood, and shall acknowledge the fact that he actually offered a complete meal, and not just a drink.

Its 1.35am and I'm in the office doing my springclean.
I'm bored. And trying to distract myself with my late-night-kakis isnt working because most of them are busy doing more interesting late-night-kaki things.

Which leaves me blasting my dancey dancey shake shake backside music at its loudest in an on-going attempt to make springcleaning fun.

Step to right, dip.
Grab the paper, tear.
Twirl
1,2 step to the bin
Dump
Grind
Bob to the left
Grab the stack of namecards
Sift to the right
Sift to the left
Dump keep dump keep
Drop
Wiggle wiggle
Chuck stationery

So its slow. And embaressing if anyone were to catch me, but its helping me work off that damn chilli crab I had for dinner.

"hi
i m tolga, from turkiye
how ar u?
u look in very sexy and cute
excited me so much ;)
can we talk on here or others?
see ya"

I swear, i fucking laughed out so loud at this one and i HAD to share it with you girls.

so you see,

that wasnt too emo, was it. And it was in fact, quite thrilling. Like, who knew you could blog a whole 3 damn paragraphs on yoghurt!

And so today, on this bright sunny cool spring day, I awoke to the thought of beautiful creamy smooth healthy yoghurt gliding down my throat and filling my system with all my neccessary vitamins and minerals (not that i know what on earth yoghurt is made out of, but somehow those 2 words always go together, like milk and cereal).

Running on the yoghurt drive, i jumped out of bed nearly slipping on my magic aladdin carpet, made a stumble for the toilet, the sink, and my candy-stripped boxers. Did i meantion i've been having a badass sweet-tooth lately? Like, badass.

I headed downstairs and like a cat let out of the bag (?!) pounced on the sole carton of yoghurt left in the fridge, all lonely and begging me to consume it with such passion and lust unknown to mankind. My heart soaring with infatuation, i fingered the fragile foil and RIPPED it open the way only Santa would be proud of. Unfortunately, due to his isolation in the constraints of the Artic region, his bad sense of humour left a bad taste in my mouth, in the form of an amphibious clumpy sticky female-discharge looking substance.

The goddamn thing was expired a month ago.
(It was a left-over from my flight back from Oz)

Which left me no choice but to rummage the fridge for something edible, and digestable that wouldnt cripple me for the next 3 days.

I opened the fridge door and my eyes lay sight on a box, so glorious and holy it stood out and made me wonder why i never took notice of it all this while. It was at eye level, and, almost too afraid to touch it, hovered over it for a good 3 seconds before picking it up delicately. To my delight, it was a little golden box of chocolate, and on its packaging was the brand name Bernard Csomestupidfrenchname scribbled on in....wait a minute. I"M NOT GOING TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THAT NAME.

I threw the box back in
slammed the fridge door shut
marched upstairs to find a corner to brood and suck on my thumb

and rendered myself useless the rest of the day.

Until i get my yoghurt.

I have just realized that, despite my oh-so-exciting life (at least to outsiders), I dont often blog about the thrilling stuff. In fact, hardly. I have been too emo for my own good lately and i'm bored of it.

The End.