Bleargh

I have a new hobby - taking pictures of the view of PJ/KL from my living room windows.

One night there was this weird looking cloud hovering over KLCC. So cool wan lor… And the lights from the streets and houses make this picture look like something out of a werewolf movie… Angan-angan

Here’s a look at KLCC from my window grille… I’m too malas to rotate the pic, so why don’t you just tilt your head a bit eh?

One and a half more days till I get back to KK. Are you excited people??? I know I am. I think my bags are already over the weight limit, dammit. But since I only went back twice last year, I’m thinkin’ yeah, I’ll pay the damn RM12 per kg (did the rate go up?) excess to Air Asia without a grudge. Kayalah you Tony…

Word has it that tomorrow the desk has to move to the new place. Urm, yeah sure whatever, good luck hauling my seven boxes of CDs… The good thing is that the new boss on my old desk has yet to notice that I’ve been keeping two desks in the office, and hopefully she never will. I have too much crap. You can’t work in the same office for more than 10 years and not have at least two boxes labelled "crap and shit" hiding under your desk you know.

The last time we’ve had to really clear all my stuff was about six years ago I guess when we moved from the old factory to the current jailhouse called Tower Bintang. But back then, we were given labels, KCdat boxes, musking tapes and even marker pens to properly pack and mark our boxes for the movers. I put myself in charge of packing the entertainment desk items - useless reference books we never noticed and used (well, duh, we didn’t know we had them!), photos and notes we can’t be bothered to send to the library or throw out, cups, glasses, mugs and millions of paperweights we’ve gotten free over the years from every Ali, Muthu and Ah Chong company, pens and pencils (they’re valuable items in a press office because you can never hang on to one for a whole day without losing it or getting it stolen), toys and files filled with Lord only knows what.   

Daryl still has his own KCdat box under his desk which he has conveniently forgotten to unpack. No worries though, we all know there’s nothing in there worth mentioning.

Ah, but moving down to another area where you are isolated from the rest is a big downer. It’s like, being pushed to the corner with your chair turned the other way round. Sure, that’s the corner with the big screen TV, the sofa and whatever else we’re supposed to get from the company, but it’s such a big hassle to visit the kids in the corner, you know?

Whateverlah.

I’ve resigned to the fact that I’ll never be able to leave this desk. Ooh, but my fortune cookie yesterday did say "You are one of the people who "go place in life". Woohoo! I go place in life wor, say the cookie. I wonder who else will go place in life, I’m quite sure some of the fortunes are repeated in the big pack of cookies…

Hello rainbow… So cool innit?

It’s check-out time, kids. Will promise millions of pics from the good ol’ KK folk.

It’s almost 10.30pm and I’m still at the office, but I shall not complain. Not here anyways, since I realised that most of the things I’ve written about are BORING and since listening to someone complaining about work is BORING, reading someone’s complaints about work is ULTRA BORING.

Here’s some eye candy for you instead:

Woohoo! It’s Paolo Maldini in H&M ads! Ah, how lucky you are, you Europese (since you, my friends, are merely Asians living in Europe, ye shall therefore be addressed as such) to see these lovely, lovely ads adorning the walls of rustic old buildings?

Sigh….

It is now 10.35pm. I shall go home and eat the remaining few pieces of KFC left over from last night’s Amazing Race Asia finale-viewing party at BuBoen’s shack. Congrats Joe Jer and Zabrina! And suck it Andrew and Syeon!

Oklah, one more:

I foresee a long hiatus from me in the bloggin’ activity, so here’s a rundown of what happened, what’s going to happen and what should have happened.

A few weeks back I went to Singapore to watch John Legend in concert. He looked like this:

Alamak, how small is this pic???

Heh, anyways, he’s a little buffer than I thought he would be, but he’s still one good lookin’ boy. T’was a little hard interviewing him because I couldn’t concentrate - too cute lah! Hehe. Plus, when he spoke to me, he looked at my face the whole time, so I basically had to control myself from grinning and giggling like a fool and I tells ya, it wasn’t easy!

I also met Mada for the first time during that Spore trip. Like me, he was also bunking at the Labuans’ for a couple of nights. He asked me one question very simple which I could not for the life of me answer. At least not there and then.

"Who was your favourite interviewee? Or which one was most memorable?"

LOOOOONG pause.

Zabby saved me with: "She’s done too many to remember lah."

A few hours later I was ready to answer him, but I didn’t, of course. That would have just made me look stupid…er.

The Labuans introduced me to a game called Cranium. Ees much fun, yes, eet ees! Unfortunately, they don’t sell it in KL.

Ooh, Little Miss Smyth finally knows what my name is. Little Miss Smyth was always not in Spore whenever I stayed with the Labuans, so I guess I’ve just been "that aunty who we always meet at Marche". But now she knows who I am and she says my name in the cutest way possible.

My next mission is to teach Zeyaboy to say, "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious".

By the time I returned to KL and got back to the office, things have changed drastically. A few were tolerable changes, but most of them were drop-dead shitty.

I am now convinced that my transfer request has been conveniently forgotten by the bosses. Which means that I have to keep doing my job with a grudge. To make matters worse, the desk has been asked to move to the lobby, where we share floor space with the lobby receptionists, the security guards, the classifieds people and strangers who walk in to The Star to use the toilets. Woohoo score!

Ah well. That is what the penguins would say, "kwang kwang kwang".

Can’t wait for Chinese New Year cause I’ll be back in KK, y’all!

To the cousins, stack those gin rummy blocks, I’m-a-comin’ to play.

To the friends, island! Island! Island!

Cheers de beers!