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August 11, 2005

cheese cake

I was in a renowned cheese cake shop today. A malay chick came over to serve me. I was like checking out a shelf full of these awesome cheese cakes. I then saw one particular pie, which hails the name Americano cheese cake. That thing sure looked good, but I was unsure what it’s all about. So, I asked

Me : “Err, excuse me, may I know what’s the main ingredient in this Americano cheesecake ?”

Chick : “Huh ?”

Maybe she doesn’t understand English very well

Me : “Ni nak tau kat dalam ada apa… Coklat ke … apa ke …”

Chick : “Ooh… dalam ada kek dan cheese”

*smacks head repeatedly*

Seriously, I am beginning to suspect this isn’t really about my company. It’s a global issue.

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August 10, 2005

6th flavor

Warning - extremely explicit post below. If you happen to be a kid or someone narrow minded, please leave this site. Or you can kill yourself… whichever applies.

Now if you can remember the whore lecture that Eric came up with a year ago… and the ‘five flavours’ that he promulgated to us …

Here it is again in case you missed that…

1st flavor - fuck
2nd flavor - blowjob
3rd flavor - handjob
4th flavor - anal sex
5th flavor - tit fuck

It popped up in one of our discussions again today… and guess what, we managed to actually thought of another flavor. Click “more” below to find out what’s the 6th flavor.
Read the rest of this entry »

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August 9, 2005

peking-bitch

I was having my lunch with the guys at a food court when I saw this lady wearing a miniskirt prancing towards our direction. She was doing that type of walk deliberately made to inflict maximum amount of jerk, so to cause the ‘bouncing’ effect. Her head was held high to maintain her cool…

I was needless to say, watching. Not because she’s hot or something, but because I’m curious. I’m curious how she managed to get such high confidence when she’s looking so catastrophic like that. Flabby, saggy, and because she tilted her head so high, I managed to even notice that she has an abnormally protruding jowl like a caveman’s. Simply amazing.

I continued to hoover my bowl of noodles, totally disregarding her catwalk of fame. But just as she was walking past beside me (just a couple inches away)… she suddenly gave out a yelp and I saw her skidding through the floor, maintaining her balance in the process, her hands flailing all over the place.

Apparently, because she held her head too up high, she didn’t notice that there’s a puddle of greasy water on the floor. And the next thing she know, she’s skiing right in the middle of a scorching hot day. But that fat piece of tumor was good, she managed to balance herself up without falling, which was kinda amazing in the whole sense. She must be a gymnast during her youth (which was probably dated wayyy back when the Japanese was busy campaigning their invasion to the south riding on bicycles…)

Just as I was stifling myself from cracking up, Wilson, who also noticed the whole blooper, said to me

Wilson : “Hahahh! Too bad she didn’t fall to give you a tight hug…”

That was a blatant effort of him to spoil my day.

Me : “Damn, up yours lah ! Did you see how she looked like and how she condescendingly walked ? She looked like that ..that … ancient caveman skull they dug from China … I forgot the name”

TC : “Hahahh… Peking-man.”

Me : “Yeah yeah ! Peking-man ! Peking-bitch perhaps. I wonder why those scientist are wasting so much effort and money on archeology… when we got a live one roaming around freely in our Malaysian society like this …”

And I just happened to see one doing a live acrobatic balancing in front of me. Simply priceless.

Lesson to be learnt : ALWAYS WATCH WHERE YOU’RE WALKING !

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August 8, 2005

ho-late II

Again, I bought a glass of Horlicks in the cafeteria and went to the cashier for payout. I was greeted by a different cashier this time, a bit more porkier than the previous one.

Cashier : “Apa tu ?”

Alright, I do not know if this particular cashier adopted a special jargon to describe Horlicks properly. Not wanting to confuse her, I decided to remain silent and gave her a friendly smile (since I figured that it shouldn’t be that hard for her to guess what was that glass of white beverage).

Me : [smile]

Cashier : “Itu Nescafe ke ?”

I was so tempted to tell her that it’s kopi-o. But I didn’t. Instead, I paid her 80 cents and went on my way.

That glass was like, almost transparent. And she could see it with her own eyes that it was full of something white in colour. For sure it wouldn’t be “Nescafe”. It can be a glass of milk, sperm, or perhaps white paint… but “Nescafe” would be too ridiculous. Majulah sukan untuk negara.

*****

Man, I really hate that ancient Korean drama song that was being repeatedly played on TV. I’m not sure if any of you felt as annoyed as I do about it … it’s a song that go something like this –> yehh wooo yehhhh ooo yehhhh… harmonically sung by some eery kiddy voices as if they’re choking on their candy bar or something.

Tiiuuuu

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August 7, 2005

terrorized

It was Friday, I was sitting diligently in front of my office desk doing something fairly important, when my sense of smell caught something unpleasant. It was this sharp stinging odor of someone perspiring through the armpit and it was VERY STRONG. I tried to look around if there are cockroaches roaming nearby, but I knew I was just being very silly. There ain’t cockroaches in my office… just plenty of idiots.

Anyway, I looked around somemore trying to identify the source of the malodor, but to no avail. There were only me & my colleague TC in that cube. I tried to lean closer towards TC’s direction, but the smell didn’t get stronger. I was very sure it wasn’t him. Then I took a whiff off my own shirt, knowing that I have been sweating during the sweltering journey to lunch. But neither did I reek of anything. In fact, I smelled fucking good (I wear Ralph Lauren, my friends…)

It couldn’t have been me. Then whose armpit was it? Spooky.

I tried to continue what I was doing, but it was a struggle. I could only last for a few minutes and I was already at the brink of passing out. That was then, I decided that I’ve had enough and stood up, ready to abandon my cube to prevent anything untowards from happening… when I saw that trollop Jude walking out of that area. Suspecting something amiss, I stooped little bit over towards her cube (which is right next to mine barricaded by a chest-height partition) and bhooo hooh ohooohhh… I almost barfed my spleen out. It smelled like a congregation of Banglas inside a moist cave there…

Now how could I have not thought about that? Jude. I had encountered her a few times in my lab before but none of those encounters were deemed as life threatening as this one. (that’s probably because I usually bounce off to a safe distance to avert her odor). Somehow, her armpit must have gotten rebellious that hot afternoon and decided to mass manufacture perspiration gas agent to fuck everybody off. Her armpits were like… trying to invade every possible nook and cranny on the office floor to mark her territorial influence… and when everbody’s exposed enough dosage of her biological terror, then WHAM! She’s gonna take over the whole office to quell her incredibly huge libido!

Damn, I gotta do something. This is not going to do us good in the long term. I think I’m going to get myself a can of insecticide to neutralize her odor or something.

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