Gossip is an Art of Talking & Eating

Art of

The art of
Saying absolutely everything
By saying
Nothing

The art of
Eating
Yet
Speaking

The art of
Being so comfy
That
Everything flows

The art of
Being
So at ease
With

You.

Kel. 30 March 2005.

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"Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative"
~ Oscar Wilde


I’m happy to say that weather didn’t even cross my mind tonight.

Yours truly just came back from a great buffet with *candid. I’m absolutely bloated. *yawn* Typically, going out for a buffet was our excuse, at least it was my excuse to skip class and have a great time gossiping. Gosh. The amount of gossips we covered. If we have a dollar for every 100 words or so, yours truly really think I’ll be rich right now.

What did we talk about? Hah. Won’t you like to know. *grin* But too bad, yours truly is too tired, too full and too satisfied at the moment to recount the succinct points, but rest assured, I remember! Great food did not dull my memory. *wink*

Consider yourself complimented, *candid. This is a momentous occasion, not likely to be repeated. But too bad, yours truly doubts *candid will ever get to read this blog. The mark of my evil self, compliments blogged never gets to the recipient. Wahaha.

Anyway, guess what, yours truly have another buffet lined up tomorrow.

Alas, tomorrow’s not likely to be even half (or barely quarter) as entertaining or fun as today’s.

The things we have to do for a free meal. *grimace*

:::

Survival of the fittest.

Such a simple concept. Such a useful one liner. But it does not remotely describe what it means in real terms.

The politics of yours truly’s work place has cooled down somewhat *sulk* but the manager that yours truly felt couldn’t make it has *resigned. This is in official terms. What it really means in real terms though, is that *Mr Stressed Up is no longer so stressed up because he’s now out of a job. The mark of ingenuity of my bosses lie in making it sound like 50-50 we part amicably aka he wanted to resign, we’re willing to let him leave. But it was probably 80-20 with the former being please leave.

Amazing, how civilized we are or aren’t we? *laconically*

So guess who’s saddled with more work? *archly*

Yours truly will decide whether to insult dear evilness after I have had time to ponder and decide whether the additional work improves my situation at work. Cold hearted bitch wannabe that I am, yours truly doubt you expected anything else from me, certainly not sympathy for *Mr Stressed Up.

Or did you?

I thought not.

How positively intelligent of you. *deadpan*