Ok... no complaints about work...
Last night, while working on my report (program), I got a call from Duane. He started with a British accent, more pronounced than ever. However, as I start to lor ah la him, he slipped somewhat, heh. The phone conversation lasted a good 30 minutes with my HOD behind me, heh.
No need to worry, we're both doing OT...
Today, I met up with Miffy and Peter. Abit surprised but I had guessed it earlier.
Spock: "Gracie is pregnant."
-- "STIV:TVH", Stardate 8390.
We both complained about our relative work - which will be censored here; while poor Peter pretended to be interested in his food.
Friday with 2 more Uni classmates...
Saturday will be my first bbq with my colleagues. Disappointed at the turnout but all the better.
Sunday will be Miffy and Peter's wedding. I'm going to be sister+brother+co-ordinator rolled into it. :]
Hey! No complaints abt work! Ha ha.
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