Chillin' Out

I'm gonna use spoken English to write this post. So, don't blame me for grammatical errors, please.

It's past 11:45pm, Sunday. I dreaded for Monday to come. Monday means working day. Same goes to Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Working day means a 'helluva' day. The good thing about Monday through Friday is that I can meet up with a bunch of great colleagues. We work, we brainstorm, we go for loooooong lunch breaks (occassionally, don't get me wrong), we joke, and ehem.... flirt around, to a safe extent, of course.

The group which I always hang out with during office hours is basically the design-content team, plus two programmers from another team. 80% male, 20% female, and almost 98% are 80's babies. *frown* I feel soooo old although I was born in 1979, just a year away from being one of the 80's babies.

Guess what. I joined one of my female colleagues for lunch yesterday, and let me tell you, this colleague is young, born in 1984, and the friends whom she invited along are all the EARLY twenties' guys and gals. I was SO conscious, in case I look like an auntie, talking to a bunch of crappy teenagers. But it turned out that they didn't know my real age. Good! That night itself, I went out again with another three YOUNG colleagues. *sobs*

There are occasions of which some mothers thought that I'm 23 or 24. Haha... When I mixed around with some of the secondary school kids whom I'm familiar with, I was mistaken to be one of them *gasp*

My point is: I'm in my late twenties, but I'm YOUNG! I'm young, both physically and psychologically. One more interesting point. Most of my guy friends are younger than I. I just don't know why. It seems that I have more affinity with younger guys. May be it's because I look young. No, I AM young. In fact, I don't mind dating a younger guy, maximum 3-4 years younger, if that's fate. I think I can hear gasping sounds...

Somebody's going to say that I'm ranting for a boyfriend again. Well... Fate is fate. Let's see how it turns out to be.

I think I hear whispering sounds...

Shhhh...

I believe my writing skill is resurrected. *wink*