Oats are for Goats.

4.30 pm. office. overtime. hungry.

OK, the title’s not what I want to say exactly. Just want to write it out cos it rhymes.

Oats are for cows, and horses. They shouldn’t make up all the bull shit thing saying that it is good for your digestion and feed it to human. At least not me.

I was so hungry. But all the thing left in my ‘food drawer’ is the 3-in-1 oat thingy. In fact, I had a whole 30 packets of them. which i shouldnt’t buy before figuring out whether I can eat oat or not.

I figured that out on the first packet. On one fine day, the day after I went shopping for the oat thingy, I had my oat breakfast. Turns out it’s so bad for me that my good body rejects it with all their might, making me vomit all of it, together with my lunch.

So now, I have oat-phobia.

Tell me, what’s worse than being a hungry oat-phobian who is left with 29 packets of oaty 3-in-1 drinks?

Being a horse I guess. But at least i can eat grass if I’m a horse & I’m hungry!

Oh, stupid oats!

Training…con’t

11.26 am. training room. office. ISO training after yhe 6 sigma training.

I’m soo not getting this. So hard to even focus. What with my sluggish and murkish brain…

My feet is half inside dreamland. My brain whole.

I have to write this to keep the rest of my body out.

Training…

10.26 am. training room. office. having the six sigma traning.

I’ll die of boredom. Or from extreme sleepiness. Or both.

Actually all they want to say is: do NO wrong.

As if I, or we; as human, is perfect.