Cureless - blog, works and personal site of Yoru

Heads up to Joni for the tag. Anyway, I won't really participate in the meme cause I don't see anyone to tag. (Ei, Jinks... would you like to? I hope it isn't too late for this.)

My mama is my dad's mom. She's been my adoptive mother since birth. (That would make me my dad and uncle's younger sister.) It won't do justice if I'll describe her greatness in words. Well, so just look at that pic. She looks a little constipated there but I'm beaming with pride beside her. (Hehe, palusot.) We don't have the touchy-feely relationship like most moms and daughters appear to have. (Or like my mom and my sister for instance.) But I never felt needy for love and attention beside her and Papa.

Happy Mother's day Mama!

Happy Mother's day to Mommy!

And to all the other moms in the world.

That's how oxymoronic you can get when you cuss your client... I'm not really mad or something. It's just one of the words that come out of your mouth when you forget to say "damn" or "shit" (or "crap" or "tae").

I just came home from an "overtime". And it's been this way for weeks now. I just cannot ignore the demand for extra working hours during the weekend cause it totally tortures me to think about catching up with work during the normal weekdays.

And that's what exactly happened last week.

The fact (I'm about to type f*ck) that I bummed out the whole weekend last week gave me a lot of headaches the following days. I just can't bear the thought that my over work resulted from my slacking off. I dunno, I'm just one of those worrywarts. I can't help but remember the things I did "wrong" and associate them with whatever "sorry" state I'm into now.

Hayyz... I miss playing. Please tell me when can I bum out again?

Around lunchtime today, Fluffy and I saw our former colleague (and buddy) at the lobby of our company's head office. Not being able to talk with him for a while, we urged Lei (let's call him that) to eat with us at the building's canteen. Apparently, he's already with our company. The last time I heard about him was when he updated us about when he'll be starting in his new job. I was the one who submitted his resumé to our recruiter. (So, I get the referral moolah heh~)

It came as just a little bit of a surprise when he told us about his stolen laptop. Techie gadgets such as laptops and small computers these days are easy targets for thieves. What's more disheartening to know was it got lost inside his apartment. Someone broke into his room and voila! Sad, isn't it?

So our talk this noon wasn't just about our jobs and our lives. It came to a point when we're already recommending laptop brands to each other.

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