me and the aunties
Me ANd the AUNties
yeah, wot is it with me and aunties....aunties? hmmm, middle age women, 40s-50s? yeah, i find out i have 'great affinity' with them, maybe if aunties use the com, my frenster will be full of them.
i have changed my job btw, from factory to office job.
Bye2 hitachi, bye2 3 for $1 curry puffs for lunch, bye2 3ocents teh tarik, bye2 3pm daily 'amukan massa', bye2 actuator, bye2 pivot height check,bye2 my 4 ovens,bye2 irritating QA, bye2 china ot gals,bye2 my jumpsuit.......altho it's only been a month or so, iam a very 'zong gan qing' one ler, im sad leaving tat place, so used to it liao....hmmm, there goes my 1st job...
then come this second job recommended by serene, dragged there by $$$$$$ ,better money,still like my factory job, but who knows later.....it's all bout time, maybe i 'll get used to it too......
back to the point,me n the aunties....
at my factory job, for the 1st few days, my best fren who went lunch, walked home, went break, went toilet with me,listened to my crap, treated me to curry puffs was one malay auntie, siti something is her name...but she was transferred to 7th floor, the hell of block4, she didnt deserve that of coz,but yaaah...so we were separated, hardly got to see her, sad siah, what more she had already promised to intro her 24 yr old police son if he fetch her from work....luv u always aunty, Allah bless you...n ur son too....
then,when i was down n lonely for about half hour,here came another aunty, chinese this time, shorter than me ler...yes, morning aunty(siti) went off, that same day later in the morning sudd, i saw a figure of somebody outlined with shinning light so bright like a divine being walking towards me, approaching me...teng teng teng teng....here came ah moi. Some abang2 back in Jakarta call me that on the street, i'll slap his face ah, but i swear tat's her name...i saw it on her id card with my own eyes, she was funny, short tounged, kecil, did i mention shorter than me...
she works for fun, woooa, coz lar, her son n daughter are grown ups,she is bored at home....she was the one who convinced me to take on this new job btw.....miss you always aunty, Ti Gong bao you ni always.....
now, my current work place, havent got to know ppl well yet, i'm still uncomfortable wit the ppl, but i'm okay with Dorothy, cant imagine calling her aunty but judging by her age she is one...i always ask her for help if i dunno stuff, serene's lousy lar you...maybe coz she lives near me, take bus33 with me to n back from work....
the thing is, there are many ppl of my age at both place working, young people,ya, me, young ppl...but somehow, i mix better with aunty. When i went to lunch with them,we hardly talked, we juz ate n ate most of the time, when chatting, there would be many awkward pauses. But when i was with aunties, me, love toking to them man, tok every cock under the sun.....
so my conclusion: ppl are old but young at heart, but i'm young but old at heart...
aunties are the best......
yeah, wot is it with me and aunties....aunties? hmmm, middle age women, 40s-50s? yeah, i find out i have 'great affinity' with them, maybe if aunties use the com, my frenster will be full of them.
i have changed my job btw, from factory to office job.
Bye2 hitachi, bye2 3 for $1 curry puffs for lunch, bye2 3ocents teh tarik, bye2 3pm daily 'amukan massa', bye2 actuator, bye2 pivot height check,bye2 my 4 ovens,bye2 irritating QA, bye2 china ot gals,bye2 my jumpsuit.......altho it's only been a month or so, iam a very 'zong gan qing' one ler, im sad leaving tat place, so used to it liao....hmmm, there goes my 1st job...
then come this second job recommended by serene, dragged there by $$$$$$ ,better money,still like my factory job, but who knows later.....it's all bout time, maybe i 'll get used to it too......
back to the point,me n the aunties....
at my factory job, for the 1st few days, my best fren who went lunch, walked home, went break, went toilet with me,listened to my crap, treated me to curry puffs was one malay auntie, siti something is her name...but she was transferred to 7th floor, the hell of block4, she didnt deserve that of coz,but yaaah...so we were separated, hardly got to see her, sad siah, what more she had already promised to intro her 24 yr old police son if he fetch her from work....luv u always aunty, Allah bless you...n ur son too....
then,when i was down n lonely for about half hour,here came another aunty, chinese this time, shorter than me ler...yes, morning aunty(siti) went off, that same day later in the morning sudd, i saw a figure of somebody outlined with shinning light so bright like a divine being walking towards me, approaching me...teng teng teng teng....here came ah moi. Some abang2 back in Jakarta call me that on the street, i'll slap his face ah, but i swear tat's her name...i saw it on her id card with my own eyes, she was funny, short tounged, kecil, did i mention shorter than me...
she works for fun, woooa, coz lar, her son n daughter are grown ups,she is bored at home....she was the one who convinced me to take on this new job btw.....miss you always aunty, Ti Gong bao you ni always.....
now, my current work place, havent got to know ppl well yet, i'm still uncomfortable wit the ppl, but i'm okay with Dorothy, cant imagine calling her aunty but judging by her age she is one...i always ask her for help if i dunno stuff, serene's lousy lar you...maybe coz she lives near me, take bus33 with me to n back from work....
the thing is, there are many ppl of my age at both place working, young people,ya, me, young ppl...but somehow, i mix better with aunty. When i went to lunch with them,we hardly talked, we juz ate n ate most of the time, when chatting, there would be many awkward pauses. But when i was with aunties, me, love toking to them man, tok every cock under the sun.....
so my conclusion: ppl are old but young at heart, but i'm young but old at heart...
aunties are the best......