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Happiness is locating a therapist who does outcall swedish and aromatherapy massages for ladies at S$38 an hour, inclusive of transportation charges.

The only hesitation is probably the fact that he’s male but at least, he sounds a lot more professional than this other chap.

The only thing that came to my mind after reading his webpage was sleaze and more sleaze.

I’m rooming at the Conrad tonight.

It’s the closest thing i can get to going on a holiday since the powers to be at work forbaded my impulse streaks of nature with leave planning.

Ah well.

Possibly the only other reason apart from why i’ve been busy with work is the fact that appraisals are just round the corner.

In my humble 4 years of working full time, i never dealt with an appraisal before and like all virgin experiences, you just want to give it all you’ve got.

Sure, i have heard from people including my mother on how they much they hated appraisals but until one experiences it, one has no clue how scary the process can be.

And honestly, i don’t know what’s scarier.

The thought that they have begun appraising me since April or the knowledge that i have gone a stage higher in my career.

Just the other day, my boss called me in and discussed the possibility of hiring an assistant for me. It’s a silly business decision in my opinion but from what i have come to understand, my predecessor had an assistant working for her and thus, they assumed i would need one too.

As what i told a colleague of mine, “Why don’t they just save the money and increase my market value in this company?”

The principle of fair conpensation works very well with me but perhaps it is like what Old boy suggested, that they saw the intrinsic value of having me around to assist their businesses.

I know i sound mean and i may seem contemptuous but seriously speaking, there’s not enough clients to justify the need for an assistant although the bills i generate each month is enough to cover.

At least, not from my perspective.

I know i said Monday but i didn’t specify which Monday.

Ok jokes aside.

It has been a trying week but Old boy has been wonderfully loving and patient with me as we battle the endless amount of expectations at work.

I don’t know what i’ll do without him sometimes.

Even when he’s fraught with his own problems, he still tries to spice things up between us. Although we didn’t end up having the Treetop walk@MacRitchie that he initiated today, the 2 hour brief respite from work was good too.

And now, it’s back to work with a can of beer by my side.

Our fears kill surprises sometimes.

We took a nice, slow walk around his estate, culminating at a deserted school yesterday evening. It had been a long day for the both of us and we needed some hot loving from each other.

Under the dimly lit stars of the evening, his eyes shone with lustful passion as he held my hand and we trudged deeper into the school. Admittedly, my hormones were on an overdrive since the teasing during dinner to the train ride to his place.

Even smelling his breath excited me.

More than that, it was the knowledge that i couldn’t have it because it was that time of the month that upped the thrill.

However, a date in a deserted school was not my idea of fun and i was torn between the pleasure of unwanted abandonment and the torture of my mental state. I protested meekly and his strong, commanding demeanour took over.

Oh, did i tell you how i love men who take control in bed?

In any case, we came out safely and we laughed at our adventurous streaks thereafter. I mean, after all, these were things meant for younger couples..

The most loving thing he did throughout the ordeal was to hold my hand tightly when he knew i was afraid. He was gentle in his ways and made sure that i would not slip or get bitten by mosquitoes.

It was truly one of our best moments as a couple together.

Bugger.

I left the article in the office and i can’t start the entry without the resources i need.

Monday, i promise.

Hi, i am a prairie vole but no one really remembers me anyway. You’re probably more acquainted with Hutchie.

Pussies aside..

My owner just read an article in The Economist on how similar our species is with humans, particularly in relationships and she would like to blog it down for keepsakes.

Some of you may have read the article before as it was first published 3 years ago but i highly doubt so.

Not many of us read The Economist for leisure, ya know?

I know i don’t.

Anyway, since you can’t repeat (it’s 7 pages long) to remember it, re-reading will assist in your memory and well, blogs hardly die unless the server connection fails.

The first entry will start tomorrow.

Till then,
Prairie

P.s. Science is a lot sexier than math.

I guess you could say i’m at a loss of words.

She asked me about him as we were in the car on the way to a meeting and thereafter, she talked about getting another local associate to join me in the Middle East.

If she wanted me to treat it as food for thought, she certainly has achieved that.

I am such a prawn in a bowl of prawn mee.

In other news, Stanley Bing has come up with a quiz aptly titled “Is your boss a crazy boss?”

Go try it for some form of assurance or affirmation that your boss wants your life.

I give up.

The spare battery costs $87 and since i don’t have a choice of getting a new line or upgrading my handset under my mobile plan, i will just have to follow the crowd and buy a spare battery.

But that’s not the purpose for this entry.

I want to share a story i read online as the protagonist is someone i can relate to very much.

We’ve always heard that life is about making choices and being an adult means taking responsibility for the choices we believe in but some choices are simply really hard to make.

“Between a hard place and a rock

Truth was she was equally confused and afraid of fighting for what she wanted.”

Some luxuries in life aren’t exactly luxuries.

My ipaq has been giving me problems of late. Just right after i have finished paying off the last installment.

The first sign of trouble came when it started hanging up on me for no rhyme or reason.

Next came the weekly resets that i had to endure.

Third was its inability to function as a basic phone proper. So what if i have all the snazzy functions of a PDA phone but i can’t make calls out???

Even Old boy’s N6288 works better than my ipaq at times.

The last straw came when i realised my ipaq was being overheated by an overheated battery pack.

It’s either i change the battery or get a new phone totally, whichever’s cheaper of course.

It’s Father’s Day tomorrow and i just realised that my Dad has matured after the talk i had with my parents this morning.

My mom has been experiencing some conflicts with her boss to a point where she is thinking of resigning. As usual, we each gave our 2 cents worth to this issue and i suggested to mom that she opt for a transfer to another office in a different country.

Surprisingly, Dad agreed with me and to hear the words “the kids have all grown up” in mandarin was reassuring.

It is a baby step to detachment but like the famous words of Neil Armstrong, “That’s one small step for a man; one giant leap for mankind.”