Well, this whole internship prog has not been really as fun as I have anticipated. No parties. No weekly shopping. No mean bosses to attack. No good looking co-workers to wash eyes. No CCN to watch Obama. No one to bitch with. No Monty. No Ori Oreo. No cousins. No gfs. No money….
This video has spark the ideology of ‘homesick’.
Check out the fun I miss out!
I’ve been ‘busy’ helping out at Mimi’s wedding.
So my weekend won’t go to waste.
First thing in the morning.
Monty: MeewwwyouyouyMeeeeyouuuooaaah
or in layman’s term
Monty: Happy birthday old man
How sweet!
Monty: meeeeeeyooouaaa!
or in layman’s term
Monty: Oh damn it!
Good luck Monty!
On this very day, I have decided to be like every other malay lady in this office.
Hey it is kinda big deal to me okay!
I remember Syaf and Edwin laughing into my face when I say I wanted to wear this to school some months back. Well, I finally did it!
If I were to wear ‘this’ it to school on a friday, I’ll be a social outcast. But if I don’t wear this to work on a friday… I’ll be THE social outcast.
& no, it doesnt bother me!
hahaha
Rush for a report. The first task on hand for the day.
I’ve been used to rushing for reports with all my project mates. But now, the pressure is all on me! However, its done. Whatever man… I hope they have a good time laughing at my report.
Second task at hand, translating an announcement that will be circulated to some 30,000 customers. I took a long of time just to translate a paragraph. Plus, my ‘formal malay’ for writing/speaking is kinda rusty. So i thought its kinda okay to embarrass myself now by taking a bloody long time rather than making some error with the announcement on a later date. That one also over and done with.
Now that my supervisor is out of town….I’m so free hehe…
With no intention to gossip, I just have to say this.. there’s this lady (no name will be mention) who sits abt 3 cubicles away from me. She is so fond of putting her calls on speaker for some unknown reason. She will talk so loudly that she makes me feel as if I am seating in an air-corn wet market. Practically the whole department will know who she is speaking to, about what and at what time of the day. I don’t mean to be mean but imagine when she is having her orgasm I bet the whole apartment will know about it. Ouh ew!
One of the big boss’ office is abt 2 meters on my right Encik N. (no one uses ‘Mister’ here by the way) He, on the other hand likes to use the word ‘Bro’ & whenever he uses the ‘bro’ it will be slightly louder.
“AcamBRO!”
“HelloBRO!”
“HeyBRO!”
So whenever he uses the word ‘bro’ I can roughly estimate that he is speaking to one of his buddies. Not a business call. Well Kak Watie asked to keep a look out on any possible suitors for her. Well I guess in this office not much of an option for you. Just this one. Too bad Kak Watie limited choices.
As I mention earlier, my supervisor is out of town and so is Auntie Faezah. She left me her car and asked me to ‘pandai-pandai’ find my way to work. Well I did. Here’s how traffic was like yesterday when I make my way home.
Awesome. But check out the oncoming traffic.
So today is officially my first day of work. I’m not gonna brag about my work desk or my comfy chair. Trust me there’s nothing to be ‘whoah’ abt. The only diff btw me and some of my course-mates is that I am not at the front-line.
Let me warn you, what Im gonna say cld be darn annoying. Okay okay let me say it now… The reason why I’m not really enjoying myself is because Monty and Oreo been acting strange before I leave for KL, for the second time. They are suddenly against each other for whatever reason. So arghhh!!! okay enough.
Hmmm unfortunately I’m not as free as Hidayah to put up pics of my office and all. Soon I hope! Soon! After-all its KL, not Dublin or Darwin or something. I bet all of you would have a rough idea what is it like here. If not… Damn you must be a loser. Ppfftt! Its Malaysia dude!
On a brighter note, when I reach KL for the second time my aunt Faeza (the lady whom I’m staying with) said someone send me a parcel. So I assume its some tiny gift with some chocolates and a note that says good luck or what-not.
Nope. Its not. Its a box from Amazon.com. And a freaking awesome book! From my dearest friend Ryan Rahmat. Dude, its so thoughtful of you! okay now im gonna brag taada….
The tittle of the book is 50×50.
-me in pjs-
THANKS RAHMAT! FOR THIS YOU’RE AWESOME!
You shall be my most love-able hunnie pie for the next 3 seconds.
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Ok done now you’re back to the huge nose Rahmat. Okay lah with lukewarm ass! (not hot uh! remember). By the way, lucky he didnt send me some clothes clips or whatever you call it. If not, I’ll use it to clip it on his nose and on his nipple aka his manly man-boobs. hahaha
Thanks once again!
I miss you Monty! I miss you Oreo! <3
Monty & I miss the long thick fur. Okay I can’t believe I’m telling you people this, this whole blogging abt Monty’s fur makes my life sound rather pathetatic. But come on! Give me a break…
This fat ass cat did have some beautiful fur!
& now its all gone… together with his self-esteem!
Awwww!
Some people just don’t understand the different between
TRIM & SHAVE.
& due to some-body’s limited vocab………
My Baby Monty have to SUFFER!
LOOK AT WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO MONTY-BABY!!!!!!
My poor baby.. Doesn’t he look sad!
Imagine the humiliation he have to go thru this Eid!
