Boon Tat Street

Its funny how the grandma with her walking stick came to look for me, i am talking about my office building. I am working at one of the old shophouses. Its funny how the granny and the lady gave me permission to write about them.

Not that i asked for their permission, but they gave me the go-ahead-signal. Amused because we dont know each other, on what ground do they trust me so? I am always amused that they dont mind me talking about them but why will they mind others talk about them?

We dont know each other mah.

But anyway, its funny that they would rather be known that they still live at that place.Except i cant tell where is their wardrobe because they change clothes! But they should be the ultra damm rich kind? With that kind of clothes… well…

 

明天是你的生日，你一定要来！

This was at 11.55pm. I checked my watch!

GUESS WHO!

JE…

which i told him that i might not be able to wake up, i mean high chance la. We’ll see tomorrow if i wakes up.

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On another news, Christine was asking me why didnt i tell my colleagues the actual pronunciation of my name, after thinking for a long time, it seems that way, because i wasnt free to answer her – told her in the end that ok fine, i will tell the colleagues bout my name.

I was having a meeting with the rest of my colleagues with the tailors and then i talked to her at the same time.

C: where are you? i thought you left the office??

Me: Ya, i am at somewhere.

C: Wait a min! You are………………… XXX……….

Me: Not really la, small fry only.

C: But you are at somewhere?

Me: Yes.

C: ……………………………………… ok………………………

So i assumed she just realised my identity. Which she also tell the rest of her colleagues bout it. Now i know why she said it wasnt her after 10pm. There was more but they are okay lah. There’s this very grumpy mid 40s uncle though, who will stare into the wall for a long time but stare at me whenever i walked pass him. Which i did it, 3 times in a row. Christine did ask me not to, because it annoys him so.

Well.. if you know me… YOU THINK I CARE???

After being so spoiled by other spirits (hahahaha), honestly, i am fine if he wanna scream at my face. My friendliest reply will be my sian face.

But honestly, why do they not cross over.

Whats exactly that building before that was built? Or even what company was that?

Paper? Machinery??? Definitely not art kind.

it will be nice if someone can cleanse the office, the air will be fresher.

Christine is the spirit where all my colleagues hear since the first day and i saw her on my first day, she’s ok lah. Better than those in ahem, the jap office. Those are.. wau lau eh. Got smoke somemore.

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Ok, its 1.16am. Officially my birthday. And i dont feel excited about it. 1st gramps asked me if its because there is no alcohol, and why am i happier when people wants to make me drunk, or try to make me drunk. Then 2nd gramps say – hey she doesnt need to pay! She can drink for free! – well duh!

TPK also asked where will i be bumming alone at night – honestly, i have no idea. Gotta think bout dinner first.