Archive for the ‘plodding and sordid crowds’ Category

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When I first entered

August 12, 2009

The Firm (this is my second job), I was given strict orders not to leak anything out, especially not via blogging. I think I might have signed a confidentiality agreement as well. But obviously I much more concerned about how good my signature looks than what I’m actually signing.

Which is why I am going to blog all about my work. DURING work hours.

It is currently 7:00pm. My official working hours are 9:00pm – 5:30pm. Which means I have been working over time for 1.5 hours, and counting. Also, due to my dismal status as an intern, at work I am not allowed any access to Gmail, Facebook, Youtube, Twitter, Yahoomail, Hotmail etc., apparently as some sort of safety measure against The Firm’s information being leaked out.

But they missed out WordPress (:

OMG SOMEONE WALKING TOWARDS ME PROBABLY GONNA GIVE ME WORK TO DO DAMN YOU URGENT IPO DEALS TTYL GTG.

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After The Client

July 31, 2009

has been put in JAIL after his trial by the judge (RAGE) yesterday afternoon, I met up with The Boyfriend at a Starbucks so he could hear me RAGE about how unfair it was for The Client to be in JAIL at the age of sixteen.

I don’t think it’s too polite for me to post the entire proceeding on The Internets, since it’s public and Mummy told me not to talk about other people on The Internets.

So I’ll just go right on to that.

Basically a sixteen year old boy is in JAIL for indecent assault, even though my boss and I have though of numerous doubtful/ shadowy points in the case of the prosecution in order to defend him.

BEYOND REASONABLE DOUBT MY FRIGGIN ARSE.

I can’t believe my future working environment is going to be a bit like my high school days, spent complaining about why adjudications are unfair yada yada.

Funny thing happened though. While I was RAGING about the boy who’s in JAIL because of some magistrate judge, this ridiculously bald French guy was sitting right next to us. Then he started to have a conversation with me (The Boyfriend would like to think that he was having a conversation with us, but frankly, it was just me), which went like this:

Ridiculously bald French dude: Excuse me, I would like to ask you a question.
Lydia: Yes?
Boyfriend: (Put on curious face, trying to gain exposure in MY conversation with the ridiculously bald French dude)
RBFD: Why do young people in Hong Kong have conversations in English?
Lydia: … Because we work hard to gain a place in the international world? (Laugh at own joke) Uh… probably because half of the schools in Hong Kong are English medium schools, so most of our lessons are taught in English.
RBFD: But surely, Cantonese is your mother tongue, and it would be much easier for you to speak in Cantonese?
Lydia: Well, for me, it depends on how rude I’d like to be. If I’d like to be really rude, I’d probably choose Cantonese.
RBFD: You mean cussing?
Lydia: Yeah.
RBFD: I would think so LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.
Lydia: …
Boyfriend: It’s probably because all of our friends speak in English and it’s just natural for us to have conversations in English.
RBFD: Well English really is a good language to use eh?
Boyfriend: Yeah, and some of us might have grew up somewhere else, and English is just a convenient language.
RBFD: Yeah, but it’s still strange. Anyway, thanks (goes back to whatever’s on his laptop).

And what we’ve learnt from this story is this: if you try to talk to a short flat-chested Asian girl, her boyfriend WILL butt into the conversation, and the girl WILL blog about it, no matter how retarded the conversation actually is.

Also, I’ve tricked you into reading all that crap :D.

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地鐵中的學生情侶,

January 7, 2009

眼睛盯的,口邊掛的,心裏想的都是對方。寫出來有點兒噁心,但反正就是可好讓我們這些凡男生看見都會跑的女生回想一下甜蜜的感覺,在我們沉悶的路途中加入一些在電視劇中常見的畫面。坐地鐵就這樣成爲了一種樂趣。

但老實說,十幾嵗,身穿一條舊款得離譜的校服裙子,手拖一個比我還要矮的男生,我覺得真的是浪費了女同學們的美。倒不如學我。沒有男生可以 shopping! 做面膜! Update blog! GOSSIP! 比下去明顯是寫意得多。

單身宅女的幻想又來了。

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Today, I did something really stupid,

October 31, 2008

but I also did something really smart.

I guess that means I’m still exactly where I was. Unless you count all the smart things I’m going to do tomorrow!

Something less competitive. Also today when I was on the minibus (I’m always on the minibus. That is, if I’m not on the MTR. Or when I’m not walking. I. LOVE. WALKING), I saw a couple. At least I think they were a couple, because while the girl (with a nicely shaped ponytail) had her hand on the guy’s lap the whole time, the guy was fixated on his PSP screen for the whole 15 minutes ride. I mean, come on, she’s your (supposed) girlfriend, with boobs and amazing legs and everything, it really wouldn’t kill you to look at her rather than electronic cartoon figures with green hair and blowing fire at each other in a surreal game in a machine.

Then it was her stop. She got off, and the guy didn’t even look out the window. He just looked at his PSP.

So, if you read this, girl with ponytail, DUMP HIM NOW. Anyone deserves better than this. I love guys and one of these days I’m going to share with you all the great things guys have done for girls or done for me, but really, the minibus guy deserves to have all his hair plucked out and his eyes jabbed and all his toenails painted hot pink for the world to see.

At the very very least.

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Why, Hillary, why?

April 8, 2008

http://blogs.abcnews.com/politicalradar/2008/04/clinton-calls-o.html

Hillary Clinton calls for a boycott of the Beijing Olympics Opening Ceremony.
Read the comments of the people.
UGH.

And I liked Clinton so much! She’s going to lose all the Chinese votes! PLUS, she has no idea what she’s doing!

I don’t get this. I’m going to skip talking about how the world, especially the US, is targeting China (I mean, if Maine decided to go independent on you, aren’t you going to tell them to stop?) (and I have a friend who’s been to Tibet; they DEFINITELY have freedom of religion there). But it’s the Olympics, man! It’s the most awesome thing in four years (after the World Cup)! People wanting to screw up the Olympics, regardless of where it’s held, are just no fun.

You’re no fun!