Yoo hoo!

Hey there,

What have you been up to? Me..well nothing much except for work. And oh, did you know that my neck bone is now totally curving the opposite way it is supposed to? That's why I've been literally having a pain in my neck for more than a year already. Gotta go for more physio.

I'm on the 7th floor right now. NE is out for assignment and Lam the Intern is doing something behind there. Wait, the phone is ringing. It's IS...looking for NE. K, wait..I gotta call NE and ask her if she's put in the Campus News or not.

Talking on the phone with NE. The story is in. Gotta call IS and tell her the slug. K, done.

Well, it's quiet around here, except for the whirring of the air-conditioner...and the sound people clicking away on their keyboards.

K, my shoulder hurts. I gotta stand up and move. Bye.

I'm back..

Every time I see Martin, he tells me how much he misses this blog, so here I am, updating it.

How are the rest of you losers doing? I'm feeling peachy, in fact, I might just get one of the voices in my head to sing a song for me. Tra, la, la...

So, here I am in 3A, taking a quick break, and Martin - the King of All Losers - is on my left. He's moving his mouse around...yeah, it's so gonna make you look busy. Next to him is Christina, and next to her is Karr Wei.

They're talking, about something. I can't really hear them, so I can't transcribe...sorry.

Sam just said bye to me and Jade said that they're off to the airport...

Breaking news: Martin said that the Sudden Blog should have a sudden death...why does he always have to pretend that he hates this blog? This is the only blog that'll ever mention his name!

Karr Wei just said, "Sh***, SH****** N*** why are you not responding to me?"

Christina asks which blog I'm updating...and I tell her it's the Sudden Blog. Martin reminds her that I shouldn't be encouraged.

Karr Wei has a pain (I personally think it's Martin) somewhere and she just said "something, something, something, What kind of a friend are you?"

Well, excuse me, Karr Wei...I'm a friend who's busy updating a very popular blog! Don't be a hater.

K...I gotta go. But before I do, you have to know this.

Martin had vegetarian banana leaf for lunch..and he enjoyed it.

Save the last dance

Hey there everyone...and by everyone I mean my two loyal readers who still remain anonymous to me. I picked two because it's more than just one person...and that's almost a crowd.

Okay, so I managed to talk Mel into accompanying me to Twestival KL...an event where Twitterers gathered to meet one another and also raise money for a good cause.

(If one of the greatest things about Twitter is that it connects everyone no matter where they are, then what's the point in making them gather in one spot? Sure beats the purpose. Nope NC, I didn't ask that question!)

But it was a successful event, no doubt about that. Good music, great food (if you like cupcakes, hotdogs and ice cream) and free beer. They gave away good stuff, auctioned off great stuff and made more than RM10k by the end of the night.

Back to the free beer part. Ian had a few and Mel...well, Mel...she had way too many for me to keep count. But the best thing about all that beer in Mel was that she agreed to a dance with a guy for charity. And by charity I mean that he was a charity case.

That guy is a terrible dancer,a total Darren if you know what I mean...and the funny part is that he didn't know that Mel was dancing with him. Haha...

Okay, it was damn jahat of us...but what the hell.

FYI. there were two such charity cases that night. Mel danced with one, and I with the other. But in Ian's words "At least he's having a good time..."




Okay, so technically you can't see anything in this video..but that just goes to show that it's one of the 'oh, you should've been there' kinda thingy'.

Mel and her Bramuda Triangle

OMG..total milestone moment. I just added a video to my post...despite the negative remarks I got from NC and IS. Total haters.

Anyway, the video above was taken at the office...at our black table (it's a black table..and that's how we refer to it).

We were having lunch and it was the Spongebob and Friends shaped pasta thingy that Mel made for us. It was ok. Nothing to shout about...ok, ok..I'm kidding! It was delicious and I'm really thankful that Mel actually took the time out of her busy day to make us that darn thing.

So...there we were having lunch when suddenly moles became our conversation topic. Yeah, I know...how the hell does mole become topic...but what the hell, it's better than our usual boobjob, penis enlargement and Ebola topics.

That's when Mel said that she has three moles on her chest.

I decided that it's only appropriate that I try to connect the moles and form a triangle...with my eyes closed!! And what do you know? It actually forms a segi tiga sama sisi!

Ian calls it the BRAmuda Triangle...LOLZ. And when I asked Mel how many men have gotten lost in her Bramuda Triangle, she said "Quite a few."

And she gets mad when we call her the basikal pekan...tsk, tsk.

Another one bites the dust...

Okay..so 2009 officially sucks (at least for today). First I lost my uncle (who played a major role in not only my childhood...but the rest of my 12 cousins), my grandfather, Michael Jackson and now...one of my favouritest TV characters of all time.

He's a character from Prison Break and I'm not gonna tell who it is cos I've had people stop talking to me just because I said Johnny Depp dies in Pirates 2. But hey, I said that because I thought the whole world (including absolute dumbasses) had already known that Johnny would be returning in the third installment. But wth...I don't want to go there.

So yeah. Somebody important in Prison Break dies in Season 4...and I totally didn't expect it. I'm so sad, I swear tears are running down my face as I'm typing this. I feel so lost....fruck...LOST...don't tell me they're going to kill Jack or Sawyer or Kate in the final season?!!! Aiyoh.

Prison Break is a special series for me, because in all my life spent in front of the television (and I have spent A LOT of time in front of the TV. Been jobless for 2 years? Didn't think so. I was and that's how I got to know who's who in the Bold and the Beautiful and General Hospital) Prison Break is the only series that I actually finished.

I mean from the very first episode to the last. The one other series that comes close to that feat is 3rd Rock from the Sun. I've watched all the episodes except for the LAST one! So, until now I don't know if Dick Solomon told Mary Albright that he's actually an alien.

Anyway, Prison Break is really special to me and I was introduced to the series by NME. She gave me Season 3 and that's how I got started. Yup, season 3 when they had already escaped Fox Pen. and also exonerated. I finished it and fell in love with Michael, Linc, Sucre and even Brad Bellick. Then I figured that I might as well watch the first two seasons...so I did, by logging on to surfthechannel.com (also introduced by NME).

When I watched the first season, I'd be close to pissing in my pants, wondering if they'd get out of the damn prison (hello! Season 3 in a totally different prison in a different country?). Everything surprised me and I knew that I was hooked to it for life.

So when I heard that there'd be a Season 4 and somebody we thought was dead in Season 3 will be back...I figured that the series has gone down the drain. I had reservations and almost didn't want to watch the final season..until NME lent me the box set.

Again, I was on Prison Break diet. No, it didn't help me lose any weight....but sleep ada lah. My poor mom thought that I was actually doing work and that's why I was not helping with the housework. And Bobby Brown was totally neglected. What? He's just a dog. He'll come running back to me when I wave that chicken, bacon, dog treat thingy.

Well, today I watched the last episode of Prison Break and I swear I wish I hadn't. I rather have kept the memory of knowing that the gang is out somewhere...still on the run, instead of this ending.

I'm sad. It's a sad, sad, sad day for me. Anyway, it's Michael Scofield who dies. So long bitches.

Hey losers, wassup?

Hiya all,

It's been like what..three years (okay fine, five months) since I last updated this blog? Well, don't worry..nothing much has changed except for my waistline. It's bigger...don't even bother making a comment about it k.

I've already given up that goddamn fried chicken (today is the first day). I 'promised' Mel, NC and Ian that I'll only allow myself to indulge in that straight-from-hell-and-to-your-hips piece of chicken on Sept 14. Aiyoh..seems so far away..but I'm pretty sure I can do it.

Oh, I lied when I said nothing much has changed. We're no longer at the lobby (no, we were not the doorkeepers)..and have moved up to the 7th floor. You wanna know where Michael Jackson's body is? It's somewhere on this floor...which is why the goddamn air-cond is always blasting at it's fullest and there's always a foul smell around. It's so cold that when you pee...it's like you're peeing ice water. Okay, scratch that image. Let's move on.

Ian is on my right doing the much loved (oohh...can you sense that sarcasm there?) panel for Wednesday. I'm supposed to be working on my Wed story already, but unfortunately, the people I need to interview, can only get back to me later...isyh.

Oh, it's 7.47pm now...which means that I gotta leave soon...I have an appointment with my ticket to heaven. And I've not gone for my swimming classes for quite sometime now, because of my shoulder injury...oh...did I tell you about my shoulder 'injury'? It got hurt in a wakeboarding accident in South America...okay fine, it didn't. I just woke up one day and it hurt like hell. That one day was one year ago.

K..I really gotta go. I don't love you but I love the one next to you. Take care and may god bless me and me alone. Peace out.

Everybody Hates Martin

On my right is Martin. He's opening his ancient briefcase and takes out an almost obsolete camera! OMG! I don't even know why he's here...he should be living with the cavemen or something.
I'm sure he grew up playing fetch with dinosaurs...I swear!

Shaari just picked up my handphone and gave it to me. He's such a nice guy. On my left is Jastin. He's working on something.

Now Martin is humming a terrible tune. This tone-deaf, lame excuse for a singer is playing chess online. I thought you needed brain (that actually works) to play that boring game. NVM.

I'm feeling so sleepy. It's very quiet here. The air-conditioner is making a funny noise. The type of noise that you hear in a Thai horror movie where the ghost with long hair stays in the air vent or something.

Martin just played the lamest trick on earth! It's so lame, I don't even wanna blog about it.

Gotta go home and read my Captain Underpants books...or maybe watch Dexter. Or maybe sleep.

Take care. Don't drink and drive. Martin, go to hell.

I'm not dead

Hola!

I know it's been years since I last updated this blog...but that was simply because I was malas. What's new, right?

Anyway, I'm at 3A now...discussing with Karr Wei about her potential pakwe coming to visit her. Woohoo! I can't discuss much further..yet.

Ing Yeen is on my left, and next to her is Christina. Faridah is on my right. She's writing an article...

Karr Wei is behind me, talking to Yoke Teng and Salina. They're discussing about something very boring..no one is laughing, that's how I could tell.

Oh, Karr Wei told me that she has cirit birit today. Sometimes she likes to tell me things that I rather not know.

Faridah just asked me to help think of a headline for a story about balloons..."I'm thinking," I tell her.

Karr Wei is on my left now. "Do you eat assam?" she asks. She hands me a small bowl-ful of assam. They look funny...like all assams do.

I nod my head.

"I think I need to do a map...how ah?" says Karr Wei. Of course I have no idea what she's talking about.

She just took an assam and is chewing on it...like mad.

Jastin is back. He said "Hi!" and gives a sheepish smile.

"Go and minum some more," scolds Karr Wei.

"What? Minum beer?" I ask him. FYI: It's 5.03pm.

"No lah. Just teh-O," he says.

Top four things you should know about Jastin like right now...

What he had for lunch: Buttermilk Chicken Bento (from Commons)
What's his favourite colour: Purple
Number of times he went to toilet today: Twice
His ideal girl: "I don't know how to answer that la. How to answer?"

I just told Jastin to follow my blog. I think I scared him into saying yes. He says that he'll read it and comment.

He's reading the blog now. Good boy!

Cats on chest

Finally. I can blog about Jaya. Not that I've been dying to...but she merajuklah, saying that I don't blog about her.

Jaya has got some cats on her chest...and Karr Wei says that she thinks it's wrong, the way Jaya has been touching herself.

"No!" says Jaya in a fierce voice that we don't often get to hear.

"Okay, Karr Wei thinks that it's indecent the way she's touching herself," says Karr Wei, prompting me to write it on my blog.

Jaya gets defensive.

"Indecent is not the word. She's getting into character," says Jaya.

"Not that I've been dying to? Hey, that's not nice," says Jaya after reading the first line of my entry.

"Hey, this is my blog. You can't dictate me," I retort.

"I feel like taking off my bra," says Jaya....but when I want to type that in, she says no.

So I say to her," Hey, masa aku tak blog pasal you, you marah. Now that I'm blogging about you, you're censoring me left and right."

"I'm looking at you with my editing eyes," she warns me.

"Sharmila, I think my buttons are going to pop out," says Karr Wei as she sends an SMS. I look at her. Not really pop out la..maybe get a bit loose kot.

Jaya is looking at the screen now. Then she looked at me. Now she's not looking.

It's very hard to please Jaya. This might just be the only blog about her.

"Why must women get period ah?" asks Jaya. Now she checks her phone. "Why? Why? Why? Don't say why?"

Jaya is talking to herself now.

"Why don't you just get pregnant? Then you won't get period," advises Karr Wei. "Keep getting pregnant, then you'll never get period again."

Jaya says something (*I really didn't catch what she was saying*)

Karr Wei is having a conversation with Christina.

Top three things you should know about Jaya today:

What did you have for lunch: Pork balls noodles soup
Overall feeling for the day: Physical pain and panic
The first thing you'll do when you get back home: Take off my clothes, shower and read my books. (Additional information: she'll be wearing clothes and socks)

Kata pepatah for the day (courtesy of Christina): Dress in stripes.

As per no one's request...

I was thinking about not blogging for a long time. Why? Simply.

But of course, Martin wouldn't have it that way. He says that his friends have been complaining that the blog is not updated...so here I am, updating it.

IY is behind me, playing the guitar. Earlier, he was messing around with the keyboard I brought into the office today.

We're planning to start a band. Unfortunately, IY is the only one who knows how to play the musical instruments. I guess the rest of us will be clapping along to the beat...and singing out of tune here and there.

What should we name our band? Do drop in your suggestions. Yes you. I know you read this pathetic blog...so tell me your suggestion, aye?

IS was raving about the TV series, SKIN just now. It's full of nudity (old uncles and aunties - according to IY) and sex...almost like porn...but with a story line. The DVDs are with NC now. I'll be watching them next week kot...after I finish watching Lost. I'm gonna watch Season 4 soon. Can't wait.

It's damn cold here. It's like living in a freezer...that is if living in a freezer would be like this. I have three jackets/sweater/cardigan draped over my chair but I'm too lazy to move and pick one up and wear it. How much do you think I should pay someone to do it for me ah?

I was reading a post on MSN on how celebrities stay thin. Apparently one of the reason is because they have personal chefs. Well, I know the cook at Chettynad and he personally brings out the fried chicken for me and NM/PY/IY/IS/ but why am I not skinny like the Hollywood celebrities?

P.S: I love Malaysia and everyone living in Malaysia (Mat Rempits, snatch thieves, people who double-park and leave to do their errands and come back 30mins later and don't bother to apologise, my neighbour who always gives me the look when Bobby Brown pees on his flower pot...everyone!)

I also believe in Rukun Negara and follow it all the time. I also wear seat-belts and don't run red lights. I love Malaysia and I'm happy to be a Malaysian. Please don't arrest me.

Headache - Part 2

Just got back.

Hmm, where was I? Oh, the Lost DVDs...so yeah. I just met Michael and I asked him what's wrong with the DVD. He said that I should bring it back so that he can go and complain to the seller.

I'm in 3A now. I'm here because there's no one in Level 1.

Karr Wei is on my left. On her left is Yoke Teng. Karr Wei says that I'm a 'sin-capitalizer'. I can't tell you what she meant by it because it involves 'illegal' matters. But she said that I should mention that she mentioned it...so there.

Oh. I just got back from an interview with a lady...who has the worst set of teeth on earth. It's so jagged and wide apart, that throughout the interview, I could only think about how the hell she brushes her teeth.

I'm sure her toothbrush gets stuck in the gap and she has a painful time trying to retrieve it every morning...

Martin is on my right. He just said that he's a leftist..so he shouldn't be on my right. He thinks it's funny...he's looking at the screen now.

"He thinks you're one of the best drivers in the basement," says Martin. He's making a phone call now. He's giving me a weird look.

He said, "Hi!"...now he's having a conversation...and giggling like a girl.

Back to that lady with the terrible set of teeth. Her dentist will never need an x-ray to see the condition of her teeth..coz they're all out there.

Yoke Teng is saying something to Karr Wei. Karr Wei is drinking 100 Plus. She's biting the straw.

Martin is still talking.

"Should I care...I'll tell you about her later. It takes a whole book. You know, the person who sabos me by trying to put stuff on my bag...no..the other one...yes, I don't know," says Martin.

Okay, I didn't mean to eavesdrop..but he was saying it loud enough so that I could hear them all.

Top three things you should know about Karr Wei now.

"It used to be four..why is it three now?" asks Karr Wei.

Martin just came next to me...and he looked at my screen..and said "Oh, my god!"

I'm trying to convince Martin to read my blog.

"How's Ian ah?" he asks.

He says that I should probably mention that he's fascinated with Ian and that it's a shame he cut his hair. Things will never be the same again. He also said that my writing reminds him of Goebels.

Back to Karr Wei.

What did she have for lunch today: Fried rice
Her overall feeling: Sleeping and sick of work.
First thing she's going to do when she gets back home: Open the fridge.

Martin says he will pass a hat around so that they can collect enough money to buy me a life.....

Headache - Part 1

I'm having a serious headache. I know why. I lack sleep. I know why. Because I've been watching episode after episode of Lost. I wanna finish watching them all by end of this week. But there's a glitch in that plan now....Disc 3 of Season 3 is not working!

Aiyah..cannot continue this post...Karr Wei is calling me to teman her to the pillar of sanctity and hope. Gotta go.

Spoilt brat!

Okay...I'll make this quick.

Had lunch with IS, NC and the two French kids at a Japanese restaurant at Jaya 33. It was damn funny looking at Bill (that's what IS calls him as she can't exactly pronounce his French name) trying to pick up soft tofu with a chopstick on each hand.

Fast forward five hours later...NM and IY were going over their Valentine's Day plan and NC was talking about how he's going to bring six hot chicks to dinner tomorrow.

As NC was clearing my story (which was terrible, I have to admit), I asked him what's wrong with me. Actually, he could've pointed out a million things that are wrong with me...but he didn't. I asked again, "Why am I writing crappy stories nowadays?"

He replied," Like I said yesterday, you're too complacent."

"But I don't understand what complacent means!" I said. NC gave me a look. I understood what that look meant.

"You enjoy doing other things at work more than what you're supposed to do...which is writing. I told IS yesterday that you walk over my head," he said.

"Actually, you're right," I agreed.

"Sometimes you just act like a spoilt brat," he added.

I couldn't agree more. So I just smiled.

"I can only tell you these now because you're in a good mood. If I tell you on other days, you'll be so defensive saying that I'm picking on you and bullying you," said NC.

OMG...NC totally knows me!

"You're not a bad writer...you're just a terrible employee," he ended.

Fast forward one hour after that conversation....I went to Karr Wei to tell her my 'problem'. She said "You're a spoilt brat!"

Wow, I heard it from two different people on the same day! But I'm not a spoilt brat!!! I'm just used to doing things my way.....

Fast forward thirty minutes after I spoke to Karr Wei...I went to MG and told my 'problem'.

"Can't you see. I'm busy playing Word Challenge!" she said. End of story.

In trouble...

IS issued a severe warning that I shouldn't blog during working hours. It's 6.10pm now...I think it's okay kot.

It's my fault for asking her to read the blog in the first place. I'll take the blame. I know she's reading this...so I'm going to say "I love IS. She's the best boss ever."

I know NC is also reading this. So I'm going to add "I love NC. He's the best boss ever as well."

Oh, before I forget. I'm so emotional right now. I asked for Lost Season Two and Three from Michael yesterday and he left the DVDs with his secretary!!! He actually remembered! I feel so...you know, happy.

And there I was, earlier, saying that he didn't remember because of his age. I totally take it back. He's the best. I'm the forgetful one...no, let's make that Martin.

I asked Martin to become a follower of this blog..but he said he'll only do it if IY converts to Islam. Yeah, like that's gonna happen soon.

Karr Wei is on my left. She's waiting. We're having dinner with Xin Yi in Commons.

"Can I go first, so that she won't be waiting for too long?" asks Karr Wei. I say "Okay". Karr Wei just left.

I'm alone here. Okay, not really. There are many people on this floor.

Haters...

It's only been a week and I already have haters. They (or she to be precise) are calling this blog a TRANSCRIPT!

"This is beyond pathetic. Just because I don't want to leave a comment, you are typing it out yourself!"

"Post that! Post that!" screams IS.

"Stop blogging!" she adds. And gives me the 'look'.

NC is standing behind me now. He's laughing while listening to IS ranting away.

She's coming. I have to go.

I'm back

I want to be honest here...I was actually thinking about letting this blog go. But Xin Yi has been bugging me all day today to update my blog. So here I am.

I'm not going to talk about Thaipusam. If you want a preview on hell...just go to Penang. It's so bloody hot, depressingly humid and unbelievably suffocating! There's like no air...and the only wind you can expect there is from someone's ass!

I'm on 3a now..there's no PC available downstairs. I haven't told NC and IS that I'm up here. Most probably they're thinking that I'm still at my morning assignment....unless they've checked my updates on Facebook.

Xin Yi is on my left...no wait, she's not there any more. She's talking to Jacobus now. On my right are Martin and Richard.

Ing Yeen just asked if I wanted to have lunch. I said.."Can wait 5 minutes, ah?"

Xin Yi is back. She's reading Saturday's newspaper.

"Are you sad ah? You look so sad..." says Xin Yi. "No lah, I'm just tired," I reply.

I stop to think for a second.

"Yes ah? I look so sad is it? It's so 'suay' to look sad for no reason," I tell her. So, I'm plastering a fake smile on my face now.

Xin Yi is clicking the mouse. Ing Yeen just stood up. She's sitting again. Dollah is talking to someone. He's loud.

Jacobus just walked past me.

It's damn cold up here. I'm going for lunch.

Late entry

Sorry for not blogging earlier..I was malas.

There was only one thing on my mind the whole day today - whether I should buy the RM209 Charles & Keith handbag which was probably made in Balakong (information provided by NM who heard it from her bf).

That's why I couldn't sit still and write an entry..until now. Oh, and also I couldn't find a PC next to Karr Wei or Xin Yi...which is why I don't have any info on them today.

Just finished a conversation with IS...who encouraged me to get over my silly fear of drowning and just swim. Easy for her to say..it's not her who's fated to drown (an astrologer told me that that's my way of death). But I'm going to take her advice anyway...might as well be happy when I'm drowning. Looking forward to my next swimming lesson.

This is my last entry for this week. Going to Penang tomorrow.

Good luck to Karr Wei and Xin Yi on their orange throwing endeavour this Monday. Hopefully they'll meet their tall, dark and handsome dude.

p/s: Any tall, dark and handsome dude (or anyone who knows guys who fit the bill) reading this entry, pls leave your phone number and email add. They'll contact you soon.

p/s2: Short, fat and not-so-handsome dudes may apply...but don't get your hopes up too high.

*The format of this entry is a little different that the previous ones. That's because Karr Wei said maybe I should try blogging about things that had already happened - not just the ones that happen as I'm blogging*

Kata pepatah for the day: If you need to pee, don't hold it in.

Sam is here...

Sam is here. He got here like about three minutes ago. Right after he came, he curi some murukku from somebody's desk.

"Sedap la. You bring wan ah?" asks Sam. "No," replies Karr Wei. Silence.

"You leave that time, call me ah.." says Sam.

Four things you must know about Sam...like now!

Fav food: Fast food
Fav singer: "I don't have fav singer. All sort of music also I listen."
Gift he likes to give people: "Anything that the person likes. So, I'll get them that."
Least fav colour: Pink

"Thank you, Sam," I say. "You're welcome," he replies.

Tak jadi...

Karr Wei asked me to write this. "Say 'Karr Wei is very upset but she cannot say what because it's unprintable'".

Now I'm intrigued.

Anyway, I can't write about Jaya because she's not here.

Karr Wei just said something that I can't type. Now she says,"We need to change." Hope you guys get the idea of what she's trying to say.

"Eh, try this sweet," says Karr Wei.

I just took one...and it's orange-flavoured candy.

"Do a review about the candy," adds Karr Wei.

Orange Candy
("It's from Hong Kong by the way," she says. "If you want that piece of information."

The Orange Candy tastes very much like Mandarin orange...which I suspect it is. Right now it tastes a little soury, but I hope that as time passes by, it'll turn sweet. The candy is square...like a box. Smaller and thicker than Sugus.

(Two seconds ago, Karr Wei gave me a funny look. Most probably questioning my sanity."

Karr Wei is on my left. She just laughed. Oh..she's reading this blog. She's currently biting her pinky finger..and now closes her mouth as she tries to hide her laughter. She coughed twice.

Nobody is on my right. Shaari is on the phone...he's walking behind us, talking loudly as if nobody's here. He just laughed. He just laughed again.

Top four things you should know about Karr Wei now...at this moment.

Fav phrase: Your head. No lah.
Least fav food: Sashimi
Fav colour: Olive green (so fancy)
Fav number: 18

*Karr Wei thinks: "Sharmila's phone just rang and her ring tone is like BLEEDING loud!!"*

Sorry, I was distracted by a phone call from PY. Drama with IS's phone. Drama over.

Kata pepatah of the day (courtesy of Karr Wei): Be careful what you write on Facebook. Your boss might be reading!

Bored already...

It's like what? The third day I'm doing this and I'm already bored! But, I know I have fans out there that I cannot disappoint...so I'm going to get over myself and do this for them.

And by fans, I mean Yoke Teng and Christina.

Now - I'm sleepy. Very sleepy. IY is behind me..typing something. PY is also here..but I can't see her because she's behind that huge pillar thingy.

I'm staring at my phone..hoping that I'll get a message from my swimming instructor saying that she has terrible migraine (again) and has to cancel the class.

Daughtry's 'What About Now' is going on...we've heard this song so many times today that we're thoroughly annoyed by it.

I'm wearing an all-black ensemble today.

Jaya wants to be mentioned in my blog. So I gotta go up and see what's she's doing...so I can blog about it as she does it.

Toodles...for a bit.

Correction

Xin Yi just read the blog. Apparently she said "Pretty Girl"..not "Busy Girl" like what I had typed earlier.

The CD berhantu cannot be read on this PC as well. Now the CD-ROM is spinning like gila and we don't know how to stop it.

If anyone asks...it's Christina's fault. Right now she's Facebooking. Yoke Teng is waiting for a page to load..but it's taking a long time. She's holding a green pen on her left hand. She just asked "Did you see my comments?"

I said "Not yet".

Updating..

I'm back on level 3A....I came up to send my artist request form....you know, that panel IS asked me to do.

I'm sitting on Christina's left. On my left is Yoke Teng... and I just asked her how she wants to be referred to on my blog. She said "Yoke Teng."

Christina is having a crisis. Her CD is stuck in the PC. She's looking for a safety pin...but since we don't have an aunty here...she can't find one.

Xin Yi asked her to get a paper clip from Esther. Christina managed to open the CD-ROM. The CD is still spinning. I ask her to close it, just in case the CD flies out and cuts someone's face. Chrisitina obliged. She closed it. Then she opened it again. I pressed the CD down while she pried it out. Drama over.

I asked Xin Yi how she wants to be known. She said "Whatever"...then she added "You don't use whatever ah!"

I asked Jade what name she wants me to use...Xin Yi sibuk and answers "The Busy Girl". Then I gave her a look...for being sibuk.

I ask Jade if I can use JC. She said "Okay".

Brian is talking to Nelsen.

Nelsen just said "Hi". Christina told me to include him in the blog. I said I just did. Nelsen looked at the screen and said "Out of no where!"

Christina is trying to get one fo the CD-ROMs to play her CD. But tak boleh. Christina just said "Bodohnya".

I offered to try the CD on this PC. Put the CD in. It's reading.

Gotta go. Christina wants to use this PC.

I can't write

Remember that article I said I was going to finish in an hour...like at 10am? Guess what, I just completed it. IS is clearing it now..or should I say..rewriting it.

OMG! I have no idea what's going on with my writing..but one thing's for sure. I can't write!!!

I really hope this is a temporary setback (though if you ask IS or NC, they'd say that it's been going on for at least a year)...or else I have to move to a department in which it's longest article is eight para long.

Anyway, NM is back to sitting on my left. She's...ermm...Facebooking. IY is on my right..at least 5m away...checking something colourful on the net. My eyesight is screwed..so I can't really see what's on the screen..a bunch of red and green boxes.

PY is at NC's place...

N'Sync's 'Tearing Up My Heart' is going on right now. Janitor is polishing the floor.

NM just wiped her right eye...and she just flipped back her hair. Now she's clicking her mouse.

IY just scratched his left ear...now his back....

PY just looked at her notebook on the table before typing something.

I'm wearing white Adidas sneakers...NM is wearing black high heels...IY is wearing white Converse sneakers...IS is wearing something that's hurting her feet (tu la...nak sangat berfesyen)..and PY is wearing...I can't see from here.

IS just called me. She wants me to do Thursday's panel...I said "Yeah". Then she asked me to print out the pics. She said "Thanks."

Gotta go.

Morning post

Hallo.

I'm all by myself now. Trying to start and finish my article in less than one hour. I can do it.

Got two comments on my blog already. Wow, I knew this is going to be popular...but I didn't expect it to be this fast.

To the first commentator: Yes, this blog is going to be everywhere.
To the second commentator: Don't be a hater! I just know how to micro-manage my time..=)

Okay..I'm also very perasan.

PY told me that something very interesting happened after I left yesterday. We got complaints saying that we were not removing the sex spams from our forum. High-intensity drama....damn, I missed it! If not I could've blogged about it.

Met a foreign worker in the lift just now. He got off on the same floor as I did. He turned around and looked confused. He spoke in a funny language (okay, the language wasn't funny, but the way he talked was. Have to be politically correct nowadays. Banyak susah) to me. I couldn't understand a word...(obviously).

Excerpts from the 'conversation'
Me: (sign language) Hand to mouth - Look at him questioningly
He: Nods
Me: Show two fingers, point downwards.
He: Ah, ah, shows two fingers and points downwards.

After three minutes of exchanging improvised and made-on-the-spot sign languages, I figured out that he's a new canteen staff and wants to get to the cafeteria...

And all that excitement so early in the morning! It's going to be a great day.

It's mine

I've decided not to share this blog with Christina. It's mine. All mine.

Now I'm back on the first floor. NM is on my left. She's busy typing away...most probably not work..=) Let me see...hmm, yah..she's typing something on Facebook.

PY is on the phone right now...she just said "Thank you, bye!". Now she's behind me, talking to NM..asking a question...NM looks befuddled.

I just asked PY's and NM's permission if I could mention them in my blog. NM said "as long as it doesn't incriminate me for not doing my work."

PY just walked away...after taking a pineapple tart from the tray between NM and I. Now, she's quarelling with NM over some murukku. She dropped some on the floor...she picks them up and throws them into the dustbin.

IS just called NM into the room - it's been 3mins now...she's still in there.

Anyway, Karr Wei asked if I wanted to go makan porridge steamboat. Aku tengah mengantuk gila...but for the sake of bonding with friends..I said yes.

I love Britney Spears. I wish I could do 500 crunches a day like she does.

NM is back.

"It's so crunchy it makes my ears pop," said PY about the murukku.

I wonder if anyone will read this blog...and if I'll have a following like those popular bloggers.

I just realised that it doesn't matter. This blog is crap...I'm just doing it for fun.

Kata pepatah for the day: Don't shit if you can't stand the smell.

Why are you reading this?

Christina is undecided. She doesn't know if her screen name should be Gray Whale or Purple Whale. Personally, I don't think it matters because at the end of the day...she's a whale.

She's looking at the assignment roster now. I'm sitting on her right typing this. This is what we do when we have nothing to do.

Things on top of Christina's mind:
Number: 11
Day: Tuesday
Actor: I don't know

"Can we stop and pass? Don't you have nothing else to do?" asks Christina. I tell her to look at our blog because it already has four paragraphs!

Christina is busy Facebooking. She's clicking on something but the page is loading very slowly. She looks frustrated. Now she's typing a reply to a message she received on Facebook. She's scrolling up..and down..up...and down.

I'm calling Karr Wei now...it's ringing..but she's not picking up.
Christina is clicking away..she has so many windows open on her desktop that she's having a hard time finding what she wants to see.

She's typing the second line of her article. The photos were taken by Chan. We think that Andrea Fonseka looks nice. Now that she's lost all that weight.

I'm thinking about what to write. But I have no clue. I shouldn't be here in the first place. I should be at my place on the first floor and complete my own work. But I'm here.

Christina just scratched her head. I told her that. She said, "You gila."