Big Ben Theory

Today like every other day, i went to work yet again.

As much as i almost put on a pretence of being sick, i didnt.

Did that once, a second time wouldn't work for me. felt bad, and partly guilty.


WORK, a boring topic

so moving right along,

been hanging out with daron lately at night.

even to the extent of sending him home on my posh and elegant 2 wheeler bicycle with a basket in front.

RING RING. move aside. you have to give way
Hunks passing through.


been talking a lot, thinking a lot and joking a lot.

and i found out this, he's very paranoid.


haha.

2 incidents. drunk man, and file "bomb"

first was that he was so afraid of a man who was partially sober, partially drunk and asked me to run as the guy was walking/following closely behind us.

tremours and fear in his voice.
no exaggeration.

kept persuading me to run which i didnt,

and despite telling him that it was okay and fine our BRAVE daron started running.
Yes. without me.
such a friend.

second incident.
someone left a file on the bus.
being nice me, i decided to take a look at the file to see if there so happen to be a contact number inside.

brave daron slapped my hand away saying in his paranoid and fearful voice that it might be a bomb and should be reported to the bus driver as an suspicious particle. thought he was joking.

MY ASS. He was not.
attempted to reach for the file again but he prevented me from doing so. Struggled awhile before he gave in.

Such a fool.

In the end the file was returned without any bomb explosion.

WE ARE ALL SAFE

Got a Mc Flurry treat from the owner who classify his file as highly important.

He's happy, we are happy, everyone's happy =)


keeping this short,
i shall end here. no inspirations, brain's dead, bed's calling.

oh, and i work at takashimaya basement 1.
do pop by.

like i said, i need to see HUMANS my AGE.
whatever happened to them?

Uncles, Aunties, Old men, Old women, Toddlers, Babies in prams
I HAD ENOUGH.



HELP.