Hello people. I 'hope' that I am back into updating this floating on dust blog. Seldom have the time to do so due to some committments of mine.
Well. Christmas is next week as you all know, and party will start tommorrow. Yes, tommorow, or rather tonight. Cannot wait actually, will update more once the event is over.
But right now, I may just bombard this first post of mine after a very very long time with words. I doubt she will be reading this but nevertheless, just my thoughts.
Sorry and a sense of sympathy are emotions that overwhelmed my mind upon hearing the news. She was a bubbly, cheerful and crappy colleague that I have to admit brought fun and laughter upon her arrival. Work is never boring when there is a crapping partner.
Then one day when she was entertaining her friend in the shop, the butcher boss came. Skunkbomb is the code name for her arrival for I don't know why. Friends they were, the casual mode was turned on. Butch saw that, and started to get frustrated, and you know what will happen next. Yes, questioning.
So our dear crapper, for the fear of getting scolded for talking to a friend during work time, told the pork seller that the person she was talking to was a customer. And bang, the gun triggered and the cuttlefishes were fried.
Anyway, it's nice having you there and all the best. I don't know why but I think we all will miss your presence.
To you out there, if you read this, I sincerely hope that you cry. HAHAHA.
