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Friday, July 6

(:

i might be crazy to not be sleeping at this hour.
but i'm waiting for my hair to dry, again.

i'm so sleeeeepy.

but, i thought i'll do a quick one here. (:


thank God (: my colleague and i managed to finish collating most of what we need to send off next monday for another submission. this is truly a blessing in itself, as we're usually working till the wee hours the night before submission. i guess not wanting to be back at the office over the weekend serves as tremendous incentive to quickly be done with it.

and thank God most of it is.


besides this, two other blog-worthy incidents.

* while making copies of the proofs just now (yes, its the head-to-head, head-to-toe thing. but we nailed it this time. we got smarter. *grin*), we mysteriously misplaced the first five sheets of a proof. i checked all plausible places, and it has still not turned up. its very baffling! but i'm not panicking. (:

* the irony of my dinner. i'd suggested ordering macs in for dinner since quite a number of us were staying late. so i got the orders and happily made the call. the food arrived swiftly, to our great delight. that delight soon turned into horror as i realised i'd absent-mindedly left out one colleague's order. it had to be the most difficult decision of the day, but i gave up my chicken foldover. i was disappointed and felt extremely silly, but the greatest part of it was knowing how God was really listening.

i don't know what to eat! all so fattening. i'd lamented, while trying to make a decision. my colleague and i then concluded that the foldover was perhaps the 'safest' of the lot, with its vege and supposedly grilled chicken. so i opted for that, and got corn-cup and apple dippers for a dollar each.

but as you know, the foldover never reached my lips.

God knows how i really would've felt if i'd taken that foldover. i would have felt like i shouldn't have taken it, considering my ongoing attempt at watching the food that goes in. (please don't say i'm paranoid and that i'm not fat. i see fat in more places than you can. seriously. the cubicle offers little work-out.)


isn't He so witty and so truly close? (:



* she cannot help but laugh.


goodnight world.

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