So...Tashny

She made brownies. Some choco-mint thing. They were nice, but kinda tasted like toothpaste. I hate toothpaste.

She's making some orange thingy tomorrow.

Michelle is sick. She said she got it from Tashny. It's infectious. I think I'm feeling sick now. My throat hurts. I hate both of them already.

Christina is on my right. She's checking her phone. Shejust put it down. She's scratching her right arm. Now she's looking at the computer screen.

The photo room peeps are talking about what went down at Bersih 3.0.

No one intersting is here. I gotta go.

I was somewhere today...

Somewhere which involved me sweating profusely, being bored as hell, getting teargassed, running blindly, getting locked in Starbucks and riding home in a packed LRT among smelly people.

Oh...and I also got a slice of cake for free as a birthday treat - best part of the whole frigging day. (My birthday was last month but who's keeping track? Obviously not the people at Starbucks.)

I was so tired that when the barista went "We have *thiscake* and *thatcake* and *theothercake*"...I was like, "Apa-apa lah dik.. Suka hati you."

And he chose this for me...his favourite apparently. And it was nice. Good to know that the barista has good taste.

Have you met Kenneth and his friend Michelle and their friend Tashny?

Meet Kenneth. Our new writer.

I'm not sure whether I like him or not. He's always complaining that I bully him...like seriously, do I sound like someone who is capable of controlling another human being?

This is Kenneth.

Kenneth has a friend. Her name is Michelle. I'm not sure whether I like her either. She has a thing against Chettynad Fried Chicken. You know how we can't trust anyone who doesn't like CFC, right? They're just so...kes suspect.

Anyway, Michelle and Kenneth have a friend. Her name is Tashny. I like her because she's my biggest fan.

I came to work and found this message on my keyboard, but it's not on my keyboard anymore..because if I leave it there, I wouldn't be able to type anything. So it's now on my...erm...wall?:

This kinda borders on stalker-ism, but whatever. I don't judge people and I'm sure if it gets too creepy, there'll be a restraining order involved somewhere.

Actually you know what...I'm not so sure if I like this Tashny. I got this message on Monday and it's Friday already...where the hell are those brownies?

Major, major news...!

OMG...you guys are not going to believe this at all! Martin is going to go crazy when he hears about this...

Someone asked if I want to turn this blog into a book! OMG...I'm so going to be the next J.K Rowling. What am I going to do with all that money and how will I be able to handle that kind of fame?

Should I still work here? If I quit, then I can actually go on a world tour to promote my book and that means I won't have to see Martin ever again!

Anyway, since you guys are like my fans (though I really don't know why. Please start living your lives...I beg you), I think that you deserve to know the reason why I haven't been blogging about Martin lately.

It's because Martin had a sudden diva moment and was feeling all 'hurt' and said that I was insulting him way too much on my blog. What insults, I ask? I thought I was just telling the truth...

Martin then un-friended me on Facebook (I totally didn't know that he did that until he told me about it. Like duh.) But now, we're back to being friends on FB...but I don't see the point at all. It's not as if he posts anything interesting on his page. Buang masa aku je jadi kawan dia.

Anyway, now that Martin is talking to me and is not so uptight anymore, I guess I can continue insulting...I mean, tell the truth about him.

And what do you think? Should I turn this blog into a book...don't worry, I won't forget you when I'm famous. Besides...how can I forget you when I don't even know who the hell you are?

* Basyar is here. Three things you need to know about Basyar now.

Fav colour: Blue
What he had for lunch: Burger kaw-kaw
How many times he went to the toilet today: Twice

Ok..now I'm here pulak.

I moved to Jastin's PC. He's still smoking I guess.

Wei Loon is on my right. He's writing an article and looks super serious. Christina is on my left.

Fred is saying something about captioning photos. No one is paying attention to him.

Andrew is coughing up a storm. It's very distracting.

Mek Zhin is talking to Christina. About some guy being extremely 'jual mahal'.

Okay, I'm bored already. No one is talking to me.

So..I'm here

At Metro side.

Okay..where is everyone? Christina just left...most probably to the toilet. She's always going to the toilet.

Jastin is going for a cigarette break. He's always smoking. He said that his pants are too loose.

I said that he either has to buy new clothes or alter the ones he have now. But I have a feeling that he'll just put on more weight just to fit into his old clothes.

Oh, Christina is back. She's checking her phone now. She looks serious.

Basyar just came. I'm using his PC. I have to go.

I have a major news to share. Later kot.

Basyar is behind me..."I need to do my story...."

Bye.

Wait...you're actually alive? What a coincidence...so am I!

First up....what's up bitches? (Sorry if that way of greeting offends you...here, please accept my sincere 'I don't give a damn.')

You won't believe the number of people who have been talking about my blog recently...and it's kinda making me feel worried. Seriously. How many people with no lives are actually out there? And how many of them do I actually know?

***** is here. He's behind me and just said "Huh? Is this NC? Don't blog about me if it's not about NC."

"Don't use my real name." Then what should I use?

"Momok Girl." "Rempit."

"T** Karr Wei's best friend is Momok Girl."

What about Marine Boy?

"Eh, you know Marine Boy? How come your friends (that would be Karr Wei and Christina) don't know? Is it because they're Chinese and do Chinese things? 


"Their lunch is probably wan tan mee with three wantans."

I've told Marine Boy not to make controversial statements like that...in public. But he is yet to heed my advice.

Last week he said Nasa grew up with Orang Utans because she's from Sarawak and there weren't many humans in that state back then. 

Marine Boy is special.