Wednesday, February 16, 2011
happy valentine's day to me
Pretty pretty pretty
Picture time!
Oi! Evie, ape you buat?
What's this little cutie called?
Oi! Evie, ape you buat?
What's this little cutie called?
12 o'clock: Hello, Ms. Iris eh? I'm calling from Blooming Florist. Got a flower delivery for you. Can come down to the loading dock?
Passed by security's post to get to the loading dock. Saw a woman holding a bouquet of flowers, with a box of Ferrero Rocher attached to it. I actually asked her if she was delivering the flowers (or did I ask if those are for me?), to which she replied, somewhat surprised that I even asked such a question, "No, they're for me." Malunya...
Went out the door and towards the van, stocked with many other bouquets of roses. The guy handed me my big bouquet of roses and I signed a delivery slip. (Okay, okay it's not that big la, but it's the biggest I've ever gotten so I'm calling it big.
I actually already know about this delivery, though it was supposed to be a surprise. But I asked him why he wants to know which floor I'm working in, and after a few lies (I might be going training there, I might be sending you something...), he blurted the truth out. LOL. I wonder why surprises never work out quite the way they were supposed too in our relationship. I always accidentally blurt out my surprises too. (sigh)
Anyway, I kinda expected a single rose, or something like that. So I was quite very pleasantly surprised to see a big bouquet. =D
It was lunch time and the colleague I came out with was in the cafetaria already, and I've already bought my food also. So into the cafetaria I went. Kinda awkward.
(Liar, you so wanna show off. )
(Eh shaddap la)
Since my cubicle was at a corner around the end of the room, no one really noticed the flowers. BUT. When it comes leaving the office time... I take the office shuttle bus you know. And the LRT. And then I walk home from the LRT station. So I was carrying the bouquet all through waiting for bus, towards the LRT, while standing in the LRT, and while walking back home. It was quite embarrassing and awkward. Goodness, I didnt know if I was supposed to smile like an idiot or maintain a nonchalant posture or frown so people dont look at me.
One advantage - I've got no hands to stop by pasar malam and buy food, something I nearly always do on Wednesday nights.
Passed by security's post to get to the loading dock. Saw a woman holding a bouquet of flowers, with a box of Ferrero Rocher attached to it. I actually asked her if she was delivering the flowers (or did I ask if those are for me?), to which she replied, somewhat surprised that I even asked such a question, "No, they're for me." Malunya...
Went out the door and towards the van, stocked with many other bouquets of roses. The guy handed me my big bouquet of roses and I signed a delivery slip. (Okay, okay it's not that big la, but it's the biggest I've ever gotten so I'm calling it big.
I actually already know about this delivery, though it was supposed to be a surprise. But I asked him why he wants to know which floor I'm working in, and after a few lies (I might be going training there, I might be sending you something...), he blurted the truth out. LOL. I wonder why surprises never work out quite the way they were supposed too in our relationship. I always accidentally blurt out my surprises too. (sigh)
Anyway, I kinda expected a single rose, or something like that. So I was quite very pleasantly surprised to see a big bouquet. =D
It was lunch time and the colleague I came out with was in the cafetaria already, and I've already bought my food also. So into the cafetaria I went. Kinda awkward.
(Liar, you so wanna show off. )
(Eh shaddap la)
Since my cubicle was at a corner around the end of the room, no one really noticed the flowers. BUT. When it comes leaving the office time... I take the office shuttle bus you know. And the LRT. And then I walk home from the LRT station. So I was carrying the bouquet all through waiting for bus, towards the LRT, while standing in the LRT, and while walking back home. It was quite embarrassing and awkward. Goodness, I didnt know if I was supposed to smile like an idiot or maintain a nonchalant posture or frown so people dont look at me.
One advantage - I've got no hands to stop by pasar malam and buy food, something I nearly always do on Wednesday nights.
