I do not like women's shoes.
Dec. 14th, 2004 08:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiderpigAnd I do not like people inserting random phrases of Japanese into their sentences. Like, "OMFG, this was so kawaii that I zettai had to get it" and such. You either use Japanese in the sentence, or English in a sentence. It's annoying to throw stuff in just to prove how fangirl/fanboy you are. AND LJ-CUT SPOILERS.
I'm such a cynic. But it's just thatafter raping my paid-account's search system reading various LJs by people around my age (it's worse seeing older people do it), and seeing them commit such vile acts do it is really uncomfortable. Though, I'm only doing it because I'm looking for a certain icon I found at work today.
Yes, you heard that right, I've resorted to checking my mail, LJ and just plain surfing the net during my job in hopes of keeping me awake. After the endless filing and numerous paper cuts, it's nice to turn my eyes to my familiar green LJ and scrounge around.
AH. About the shoes. My beloved work-shoes (a pair of mules), has CUT MY HEELS TOO MANY FUCKING TIMES. ARGH. WTF. I've been living with these gaping wounds on the back of my heels ever since I started work. Sticking plasters to them doesn't help. No, not at all. But I dislike wearing my black heels (though they make me tall XD) because I get blisters. Conclusion: Women's shoes suxxorz. Period. MENS SHOES ARE THE WAY TO GO.
For some weird reason, the secretary has been confiding in me, yet again, about all her problems due to work and her dissatisfaction with her colleagues. All I do is nod and go "uh-hum" in order to not be biased and try to keep on my neutral zone. She actually cried while sharing her grieviances with me. I feel kinda sorry for her, to have to put up with the kind of crap she's going through. I only have to stick around for less than three months, while most probably, she'll stay for a few more years, if not til the end of her career. Poor woman.
I was supposed to rant about something rather important today, but I forgot, which only proves that it wasn't all that important after all. Watch me put on my crooked smile.
I'll probably be starting lessons at Bunka Language Centre next year in January. One of the Sunday's I think, so it won't class with my current job and with my future activities (like band <3). I wanted to go to Inoue, soley because I thought that their Study-In-Tokyo program was only for their students. Then they replied my e-mail and I am no longer wanting to go there. HOHO. That's a practice for your inferential skills, kids.
Oh ho. My aunt just called and asked me what JC I applied for, to which I happily told her that I didn't even apply for one. I could sense the confusion in her voice. I love it.
WTF. HELLO? LJ. WHY ARE YOU NOT LOADING THE FRIENDS PAGES? And I need to download Bleach11. Or 10. I forgot which episode![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
soul_society pimped earlier.
Phyll-sama!!!! (<--There! You see! A sentence!!! The suffix for high respect!!) I received your present!! >DAn evil smile means that yours will be coming soon. Like when I get my paycheck. WHICH IS SOON.. Thank you so much! I love you! I love you!
In my obsession with wishlists, I need to make one for my payroll. Yeah. >_>
Nyargh. I'll just edit this if I remember to spout more stuff lat.
I'm such a cynic. But it's just that
Yes, you heard that right, I've resorted to checking my mail, LJ and just plain surfing the net during my job in hopes of keeping me awake. After the endless filing and numerous paper cuts, it's nice to turn my eyes to my familiar green LJ and scrounge around.
AH. About the shoes. My beloved work-shoes (a pair of mules), has CUT MY HEELS TOO MANY FUCKING TIMES. ARGH. WTF. I've been living with these gaping wounds on the back of my heels ever since I started work. Sticking plasters to them doesn't help. No, not at all. But I dislike wearing my black heels (though they make me tall XD) because I get blisters. Conclusion: Women's shoes suxxorz. Period. MENS SHOES ARE THE WAY TO GO.
For some weird reason, the secretary has been confiding in me, yet again, about all her problems due to work and her dissatisfaction with her colleagues. All I do is nod and go "uh-hum" in order to not be biased and try to keep on my neutral zone. She actually cried while sharing her grieviances with me. I feel kinda sorry for her, to have to put up with the kind of crap she's going through. I only have to stick around for less than three months, while most probably, she'll stay for a few more years, if not til the end of her career. Poor woman.
I was supposed to rant about something rather important today, but I forgot, which only proves that it wasn't all that important after all. Watch me put on my crooked smile.
I'll probably be starting lessons at Bunka Language Centre next year in January. One of the Sunday's I think, so it won't class with my current job and with my future activities (like band <3). I wanted to go to Inoue, soley because I thought that their Study-In-Tokyo program was only for their students. Then they replied my e-mail and I am no longer wanting to go there. HOHO. That's a practice for your inferential skills, kids.
Oh ho. My aunt just called and asked me what JC I applied for, to which I happily told her that I didn't even apply for one. I could sense the confusion in her voice. I love it.
WTF. HELLO? LJ. WHY ARE YOU NOT LOADING THE FRIENDS PAGES? And I need to download Bleach11. Or 10. I forgot which episode
soul_society pimped earlier.Phyll-sama!!!! (<--There! You see! A sentence!!! The suffix for high respect!!) I received your present!! >D
In my obsession with wishlists, I need to make one for my payroll. Yeah. >_>
Nyargh. I'll just edit this if I remember to spout more stuff lat.
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Ohohoho~
Date: 2004-12-16 05:32 am (UTC)