insight: food. product: poop.

how do you handle big social circles? it irritates me to look around & not be fascinated. can't it be like buying budget yong tau foo, pick only six delicious ones at a time that you would most like to devour alive?


oh hey.
happy valentine's day, i start work monday.

clever, miho, very very cleber. finally enter real corporate slutdom, and then decide to picket my new territory SECONDARY to my old stomping ground.

my Client, starting monday, has my Ex-Client in the Bua Song List.
aka, "wah lao, don't fight with me la" List.
or "excuse me, you are in my parking space" List.
& most obviously, in the Competitive Analysis.
o shit, drama! enemy numero dua. climatic bass SFX kicks in!

whoa, i'm tri-lingual now. mexican-malaysian too. whatever. anyway,

a tall, tall barrier of Conflict Of Interest & Client Confidentiality is thrown down to mess with the bitchy moments of "OMG, you won't believe this!" with Pebbles, who would understand before 4 minutes, 17 sentences of back stories & jargon-explaining, & one hoarse throat for anyone else who cares to listen to work-is-blergh, old grandmother stories. re-introduction to self-censorship. gatekeeper pulled from retirement as goalkeeper to resume his old position.

but then every 2 weeks can semi-release in a torrent of angst & amusement.
toilet-training in the tolerance of suspense!
and this torrent. it'll be radio-active green, same as when you hold your pee in for that long.


Right-click to download: Flush.exe

repellent.

must recultivate a killer glare.

the 2 feet space of no-go zone forcefield, "touch me, you die" vibe has gone into deep space hibernation.
we must take off in pursuit, for the sanity of planet moxy & it's serene loners. or buy repellent sprays. fuel prices, too unpredictable afterall in the long haul.