Like talking trash to a stranger.

Funny how one can find solace in writing blogs. What does that even symbolize, huh?

In times of boredom, I blog. In times of sadness, I blog. In times of happiness, I blog. I tired, I blog. You can twist my 10 fingers and I can imagine myself blogging with my toes, mainly bitching about how some asshole twisted all 10 of my fingers.

Anyway, I was in my office yesterday, minding my own business, appearing like I’m busy doing something, when Matt came up and asked me if I wanted to join him in his meeting with the CAPS and the IPMs. My answer was something between the lines of “Uh…No, thanks. I have to uh, be uh… somewhere. (Smile)”

And the guy just gave me this suspecting look. “Su, you met someone over the weekends didn’t you? You cheeky…”

Uh, omg this guy is psychic! Yes, I “met” someone over the weekends. No, technically speaking we didn’t “meet” physically. No, it  wasn’t someone whom I haven’t already know personally. And no, its not a singular “She”, but more like a plural “SHEs”.

Ah, Fall is coming indeed. Haaa-Chew!