Prick me
Yeah. Perhaps it's the anaemia that causes one to enter a state where one is short on oxygen. Such a situation causes brain damage, and thus one behaves as one does.
Three bosses are talking loudly to each other, each seated at their tables. That's the way man.
Someone in the next cubicle is humming a nondescript tuneless tune. Help ussssss.
Everyone loves a little rubbishy conversation, but some rubbishy conversations aren't like some others. Some rubbishy conversations do contain bits of real human exchange (unlike the ones at the bottom of the bin, which, when you strip them bare, is made up of nothing but bad jokes). Even nicer over a piping hot steamboat in aircon.
It's odd how so many situations are like see-saws. A little unconscious twitch could be felt by both ends, and yet not by other people who aren't on the plank. Both could say whatever they wanted, they're the only ones who are privy, are answerable to themselves and no bystander will be the wiser. But on the other hand, it's also a matter of how much leeway there is to twitch. With a ten ton deadweight on the other side, a jackhammer on the other end wouldn't make much difference. Though in the other extreme, with just a feather on one side, anything on the other wouldn't be able to twitch either, with that side destined to be sitting right flat on the ground.
So as for that decision to be made, it still feels like an impasse, and I'm still wondering if it's one of many. But what a dazzling spectrum of new ideas and new interpretations, which are like a much needed breath of fresh air in the black and white concrete jungle. I suppose if you look hard enough, you'd be able to make something out of the fog.
Three bosses are talking loudly to each other, each seated at their tables. That's the way man.
Someone in the next cubicle is humming a nondescript tuneless tune. Help ussssss.
Everyone loves a little rubbishy conversation, but some rubbishy conversations aren't like some others. Some rubbishy conversations do contain bits of real human exchange (unlike the ones at the bottom of the bin, which, when you strip them bare, is made up of nothing but bad jokes). Even nicer over a piping hot steamboat in aircon.
It's odd how so many situations are like see-saws. A little unconscious twitch could be felt by both ends, and yet not by other people who aren't on the plank. Both could say whatever they wanted, they're the only ones who are privy, are answerable to themselves and no bystander will be the wiser. But on the other hand, it's also a matter of how much leeway there is to twitch. With a ten ton deadweight on the other side, a jackhammer on the other end wouldn't make much difference. Though in the other extreme, with just a feather on one side, anything on the other wouldn't be able to twitch either, with that side destined to be sitting right flat on the ground.
So as for that decision to be made, it still feels like an impasse, and I'm still wondering if it's one of many. But what a dazzling spectrum of new ideas and new interpretations, which are like a much needed breath of fresh air in the black and white concrete jungle. I suppose if you look hard enough, you'd be able to make something out of the fog.
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