Nothing to blog abt

And so we're not allowed to talk or blog abt anything that happened within the four walls (or rather, many walls) of our workplace.
I also found out today that even though no names were mentioned, the lawyers can still find a way somehow.
sheez.. and i tot i was being careful with my fake names and asterisks and all..

But i think I would comply with this rule, not because i want to protect my a*s (well, partly that of cos), but because i don't like the idea of trivializing somebody's (a stranger no less) suffering or traumatizing experience into a blog entry or as a dinner table topic, just for entertainment purposes or to impress your friends. That's why i always feel uncomfortable whenever somebody talked shop in too much detail.

Not that i'm on the moral high ground here, I'm sure I've broken this rule countless times in the past when I was still a student (noticed how i sneakily purple-ly included the word 'student'? aiyah, just in case mah), and I'm sure I would forget abt this in the future when I'm tired and frustrated and just want to rant here.
So please, u guys must remind me k...

So I guess I can only blog abt mundane stuff like the food i ate and the places I went in the future.

But wait, according to our seniors' talks today, we would have ZERO social life and ZERO sunlight for the next year!

Liddat how?

Maybe this blog will become a log of the number of hours i slept...
or the number of hours of sunlight i managed to absorb (machiam like plant)....
or the number of mian baos i forced myself to eat (haha i tot that was so funny), and i actually heard someone behind me say "heng i always eat bread one!" [oh no! i HATE bread, and i LOVE baos] ~ will explain more abt silly myths and karma (good i hope) in the future

or the weird people i encounter on the train in the morning [I got accosted by a bunch of young punks on the train at 6am today. There i was having a nice nap when they very loudly entered the train, stood right in front of me and very loudly blasted techno music and then very loudly started to dance. And kept bumping into my leg some more.
I tried to give them a steely glare, but my heavy eyelids didn't allow me to open my eyes for more than 2mm for more than 3seconds. So i just tried to sleep, thinking "why? why must it be techno? why can't they dance to jazz or michael buble or smth?" And then I realised that while i'm going to work after going to bed at 11pm and then having early morning awakening at 3am, these kids are actually going home from whatever activities they were doing all night. And they still had energy to dance non-stop from city hall to whatever stop after i got off.. I felt like such an old fogey (and dun say i am)]