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*someone helpful pointed out that its warfare... not war fare. oh yes...my bad. i survived Banseke! although i came home after 4 days of camping with bruises n scratches, but at least i'm still in one piece. and trust me, it was FUN FUN FUN. when someone like me endorses camping, leeches and white water rafting, you have to believe it. when i first got to Jeram Besu, i still wailed everytime i broke a fingernail. towards the end of the program, i was plucking leeches and flicking it away like a pro. such was the transformation in me... no matter how temporary because... the kat u know have already booked an appointment with Kuku Bar for some serious nail repair after work today heheh. anyway the highlight of Banseke was the guerrilla war fare. three teams were sent into the jungle at 4pm with a sole mission - to retrieve government documents stolen by the guerrillas within 24 hours. we had bombing frenzy throughout the whole night with the orang asli (who were acting as guerrillas

This article is courtesy of Dr. Gregory House, M.D. Overworked, underpaid and under-appreciated? We understand! So straight from the mouth of Dr. Gregory House, we present the House-isms you will need to survive the work-day. Warning: Use at your own risk 1. When your colleague asks you to file a document... House-ism: "I'm too handsome to do paperwork" 2. When your boss asks you to do the impossible (again)... House-ism: "Are you comparing me to God?" 3. When you catch your colleague falling asleep at work... House-ism: "Check for evil stepmothers. This much sleep usually indicates poisoned apples." 4. When your boss made a mistake... House-ism: " It turns out your best judgment is not good enough. Here's an idea: next time, use mine" 5. When your subordinate asks you why you don't listen to his/her opinion... House-ism: "I hired you because you look good. It's like having a nice piece of art in the lobby" 6. When someo

sometimes a person can be so down on luck that you wondered if its even possible. for example, the tons of kl people who had flocked to penang or other northern states to avoid haze, only to reach there and realized that the haze has caught up with them. or take a couple who had sex on many many occasions, only to get pregnant on the one time that they did not use condom. or a domestic girl who has been sent to a war camp by her company, as if that's not bad enough, she has to spend 3 nights in the jungle with her *eeek!* stalker from office. the "domestic" girl in question is moi . my company has this recurring war camp thingy, where they divide new employees into groups of 10, drop off each group at different spots in a god-forsaken jungle in Pahang, and the last group standing wins. the HR manager assured us that there would be enough food and bullets for each group, now that is suuuch a comforting thought. we have to shoot each other like barbarians now?? the worst t

i was sitting at my desk yesterday... stuck at (yet another) programming assignment, when i suddenly had difficulty breathing. *gasp* maybe i really need to change profession because my eyesight seemed to be getting fuzzy as well. then there was a ruckus in the office, everyone was complaining of the same symptoms as me. oh, somehow the horrible haze has crept into our office. our poor senior manager was eventually bullied into emailing the HQ (in kl) in hopes for a "holiday". here's his email: Tolong, tolong...office kami dah bau asap...API >300 Followed by a picture taken from our window as proof. our SOS was immediately answered by the "ingenious" HR manager: The indons have finally conquered us...wont be surprised if their ambassador to Malaysia is on vacation..back to Jakarta..citing bad weather conditions in Kuala Lumpur! Try to turn on electric fans in your homes and direct the air flow back to Sumatera..(should work if all of Malaysia and Singapore jo

sorry bout the convo pics guys... maybe later cos after staring at the screen for 9 hours straight during work, i can hardly muster enough energy to switch on the pc at home. anyway, i was pissed to the core yesterday. there is a lone chinese guy from my dept, who invited me several times to have lunch with him. i thought perhaps he has difficulty making frens with the malay bunch, so i finally agreed to lunch with him on monday. after that one incident, he began texting me with stuff like "Can i make an appointment with u tmrw? or the day after tmrw? or maybe the whole week?" to which i have all promptly rejected with plenty of excuses. just when u thought things can't get any freakier, he started staring at me behind my back. of coz, like everyone else i dun grow eyes at the back of my head. but since my desk has a nice view (albeit a little marred by the darn haze lately), i can actually see him gazing at me from the window reflection. the thick haze outside helps in p