Tuesday, April 30, 2013

My first lawsuit

Jastin is here. Asking about the previous blog post.

"How many views do you have?"

"No, not that one. Say about the legal action one. Eh, now I'm like your editor ... telling you what to write."

He's still here ... hand on his hip ... wide hip ...

"Wanna go chill?"

"Karr Wei is there."

"Let's go."

"Eh, don't post lah."

Conversation with Jastin

"Jaime Lannister slept with his sister and you cannot let him get away with that," said Jastin.

Okay, I'm not saying that whatever Jaime did is right ... but dude, let's move on from that. It happens everywhere.

"Yeah, it happens in Kelantan. How come you're not letting them get away with that? How come you don't say we should move on when someone does it over there? It's because they're not as good looking as Jaime Lannister, right?"

"You're a journalist. What's the main thing you need to remember in journalism when reporting a story? Accountability. Everyone needs to be accountable for their actions. Jaime has to be accountable for his actions."

"How come you're not letting N**** get away with anything? It's because he's not good looking right? Because he's balding."

"If someone stepped on a cockroach and Jaime Lannister dying was next to it, I would save the cockroach. That's how much I don't like Jaime."

You're just jealous because he's good looking. And besides, he's just living up to his street cred.

"No, I'm not jealous that he's good looking. And what street cred? He fathered ... how many? Three or four children with his twin sister. That is not right."

"And he stabbed the king in the back. He didn't even have the courage to kill him face to face like a man."

Well there's a reason as to why he killed the king.

"I don't give a damn as to why he killed the king." 

"Don't let anyone get away with anything just because they're good looking."




Monday, April 29, 2013

At the office


"Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed." - C.S. Lewis, The Magician's Nephew


I'm still at the office. It's 9.23pm ... and no, I'm not here because I have work to do. I'm just too lazy to drive home. Yeah, big surprise there.

Kenneth is next to me. He's planning to take the 11pm ride home ...

"Do you think that I should take the risk and go back at 10?" Kenneth just asked.

Well, here's the story. There's this crazy lady who uses the office transportation thingy (like Kenneth) at 10pm every work night and Kenneth tries to avoid her because according to him, she's mentally unstable.

He told me once that she tried to kick him out of the van while screaming like a mad woman, going "This is Sparta!" and the van driver had to stop the vehicle by a busy road, pull her by her hair and slap her a few times before she would calm down.

And that woman didn't even apologise to Kenneth for terrorising him and making him spill his fancy ass Jasmine tea all over his RM50 Romp hoodie when she kicked him around like a rag doll.

Okay, that didn't happen. I made that story up. But the woman does exist and I'm not sure about her mental status.

Anyway, Kenneth is on my left and he's doing something ... most probably nothing related to work.

The office is cold ... it feels like the North Pole here. I've never been to the North Pole (otherwise, I would've definitely blogged about the cannibalistic eskimos) but I have a feeling that this is how cold it would be over there.