Office mischief part 3

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This made me smile. 

In conversation

Soapy:i want the whole walmart
Soapy:and a slave

aaron:wow
aaron:that sounds like a lot

Soapy:u can get the slave to help u carry the whole walmart

aaron:ahh
aaron:i think america ran out of slaves quite a while back

Soapy:how abt oompaloompas?

aaron:hmm i'll have to check about that
aaron:anyway i'm going to catch some zzzz's talk to u again soon

Soapy:alrighty

aaron:but feel free to let me know if u need anything

As seen

Facebook on my colleague's 25 things meme:

"I had a relationship that lasted nearly 7 years. Cruise control is a dangerous thing."

Somehow, I can so identify with this. 

Olive, Lizard theories and some other.

The olive theory (lifted from How I met Your Mother) propounds that while 1 half of a couple loves olives, the other hates them. Essentially, it's affirms how opposites attract. Parallel to the olive theory, WL and I came up with the lizard theory. He gave me a serious face when he said, "Do you know I'm scared of lizard?"

We both agreed that our future partners should not be afraid of lizards. 

As for my "list" I thought that it'd be nice to have if he reads at least 2 different newspapers a day and the Economist. There's something really sexy about a man who reads the paper. 

Crime and punishment

The blog's in a public domain, things that I want to leave for myself are usually written in some kind of a cryptic language.

“The guilty is he who meditates a crime; the punishment is his who lays the plot”

I replayed the past events in my head like a visual recording. Did I lead him on or did he lead me on? I only knew that the feeling brought me one of familiarity. Other than a first, guilt doesn't allow me to forget. I know I have the keys to the driver's seat. I should really pick myself up and starting now. On a random note, I have Snow Patrol's Run on my player.

I think its time for another tattoo. Well almost. Other than boy's paw print I haven't really thought of anything else that was deeply meaningful. Perhaps a portrait of my late grandma.

My listening Ear

For the longest time, I told myself that I'd be okay but subsequent events that follow always suggest otherwise. I started to doubt, even what I tell myself. After a heart to heart talk, the type that tests your friendship for better or worst. I finally appreciate its full value and glory. 

There's nothing more I can ask for than a friend who wants to be my listening ear and someone who will be there for me. I'll be ok.