29 July
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I wish I had never started putting titles on my posts. I can never come up with anything intelligent. If I were writing essays every time about some specific topic it would be easier I suppose, but given the current state of this journal, it is too difficult to come up with something funny or even semi-meaningful for these occasional spouts of random thoughts.

Actually, given my utter laziness, I should have switched to one of those pre-made, blogspot like things about 2.4 years ago. Oh well.

I made beef stew for dinner last night, and Japanese chicken curry today. It's so weird how the dishes have practically the same ingredients (meat + celery + onion + carrot + mushrooms + water) but taste completely different only because I used a different seasoning pack. It's like how people are always talking about food of the future being encapsulated in a little pill, that you just pop and it'll taste of whatever it's supposed to taste of. Then again, those Bertie Botts jelly beans already kinda do that. But anyway, you know what I mean. One little packet of seasoning and suddenly we're all chefs. (Although some of us are still better chefs than others, hah.)

Last Friday I went out for drinks with my coworkers, probably the first time I've gone out with them on an unofficial Happy Hour thing. I think it was also the first time I've got drunk since 99% of my friends graduated and left Berkeley. It is quite a liberating experience caring so little about the consequences of your words. After that we went to a tiny Korean karaoke place, and I lost my voice on Living On A Prayer, which by the way, is a most excellent karaoke song. It's great how you can sing along to songs you've never even heard of when you're half intoxicated.

I really, really, really like my coworkers. Playing all this WoW has made me think I'm a cynical, judgemental b-word (that's what Joe says when he wants to call someone a bitch at work, although when he gets drunk all that restraint apparently vanishes =D), because I think almost everyone I meet is stupid and immature and I'm completely disdainful of 80% of the people I have to associate with. But with most of my coworkers, I liked them the instant I met them. And working and spending more time with them has done absolutely nothing to change my opinion.

The other week we had a mini golf tournament at work, and every practice group was supposed to come up with their own course. In past years the Retirement group never came up with anything good; people were always too busy or simply too apathetic to put in any effort. But this year we went all out, cardboard boxes stuck together with tape, covered with green paper, with holes dug out for little ponds, trees made out of pens, bunkers filled with real sand. 6 or 7 of us spent more than 4 hours on this. And it felt good to know, that under all the billable hours and Excel spreadsheets and the constant demands of deadlines, some part of us never grows up.

Now that I have moved you to tears with my touching insights I will announce that YP Yeo is a bloody pirate and I hope he ruins that cheap ass PDFed version of Harry Potter for himself entirely. Pear.

On Winamp Today: Eric Moo - Ai Qing Gu Shi

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