Thursday, April 27, 2006

i take back my words

I love working at PWC! The people are so smiley and friendly all of the time. I suppose I could declare such love because this week's been pretty easy on me. But really, if I ever do audit (which is actually quite interesting once I understood the reasons behind each seemingly silly procedure) I'd wanna work for PWC. It is, like, THE accounting firm to work for. Even the drink dispenser is nifty.

Two quick updates:
1. I am feeling as sick as a cow. Headache, nose perpetually on sneeze mode, funny throat, the whole job. Hopefully it won't turn into a full-blown flu because imagine being sick on a long weekend (hush you lucky ones who aren't working / interning / doing mod term / still having exams).
2. I FAILED my driving test. I couldn't believe it. It happened today. I was in a state of shock for a couple of seconds and almost cried in front of the Big Foot-ish tester. But I refrained, intending to cry once I get home (but then I forgot to). Anyway, it's kinda annoying because even my failure wasn't an outstanding / fantastic failure whereby I scored some immediate failures or whatnot. Basically I got hit by all the 2-point attacks. Which sucks. I did the perfect parallel / vertical parking yet failed because I didn't check the mirror when slowing down?? Argh!

Anyway, let's not make this post all about words, words, words (leave the wordplay to Jason Mraz).

Hence, random pictures:


'Seat 8: ellephunk ... won (3,455) with a flush, Ace high'. That's me, at the height of my poker craze, which was just before QM exam, I think.


That's G mocking my 'trademark' pose.


And the similarity with the above picture is alarming.


Stole this from Jess's blog. Me and Syd at Nines bash (for which there was poor response at best).


At the Rockstar workout. Thanks Fen for signing us up! But I wish they hadn't held it at a non-air-conditioned space. V. sticky at the end. V. v. UNrockstar.


Fen's abs are... WOW. I'm jealous.

MSN convos:


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Skinny days, how I miss thee. (It's so obvious that we were wearing stockings! And urgh did the floor BURN or what. Never dance in stockings on a rough makeshift stage)