You are new in company. Here is some Soju to you guys. Here, we like to see elbows. Elbows, elbows, elbows.

We will like to thank the hosts. If you are Malaysian, come up here, here is some Soju to you guys!

Hey! You 2 are from marketing yuh? Here’s some Soju to you guys!

Hic. Hic. Hic.

Some things, they will never run out of.

I drank up almost 3/4 glass of Soju at the end of the night.

The culprit.

Where it all happened:

And then, something felt strange…. Very strange.

As usual.. I started off with looking really scarlet.

And then, before I knew it, the effect was hitting on me, and I was giggling. Giggling way too much.

I was also as red as the Manchester United jersey I was wearing.

Then my head felt heavy.

It started with my eyes feeling droopy.. then I felt my lips numbed… and then, I saw the little spots littered over my palm.. my hand.. my arms.. my back.

Hives! Severe case of hives.

I was so darn glad I brought antihistamine with me, and I immediately popped one after I was given the okay despite the alcohol. A colleague of mine told me he would pass me some when he gets back to hotel, and then it ended up with me passing him some cos I had it with me.

Zipper guy came over and marvelled at the pack of medication I carried with me, and exclaimed to everyone, “Hey! Why do you have viagra with you?”

“You need some? You look like you could make do with some help. I can share!”

My boss chipped in “Hey, those are actually for me!”

“Is that birth control pills? Viagra and birth control pills don’t go hand in hand.” Zipper guy’s attempt to bring the joke further.

“Of course they do!”

Before you raise your brows, those 2 items are not in my bag of medication.

I wasn’t sure what effect was hitting on me, but I started going up to the karaoke system and croaked into it with some of the other bosses.

I deeply regretted it the moment I was sober enough.

Cos while I was standing, my world started blacking out, and I needed a female colleague to help me with my balancing.

How embarrassing was that?

Then my face was so swollen that my boss was half laughing “Now we know, when she said she can’t drink, she really can’t.”

How many times must I prove the theory to people huh? *hic*

And then I got much attention from everyone with my face looking kinda distorted, and red.

You can see the white spots of hives and how… my lips look weird cos they were numbed!

Wahahahaha.

And the rest of the damage…. which made me scratch myself like a monkey until everyone was trying to grab my hands.

And then…

Look at closely at my palm, the white patches are all hives.

My back was not spared. I water-retentioning okay. So zip it.

And my arms looked like they have cellulite!

That’s not all..

And… the hives covered every inch of my body.

I had hot tea. Warm water. Warm lemon tea. Watermelon juice. Cold water… everything possible shoved to my face.

Then, I felt a need to barf.

A colleague of my took my hand as I staggered to the bathroom, and told me to puke if I have to.

I told him I don’t know how to, and that I had psychological barrier.

He said “I will show you how.”

Then he washed his finger, and then washed it again with soap. And then he leaned over the toilet bowl, and dug his throat.

I giggled so hard and refused to do it at the toilet bowl cos I was afraid what might splash back in my face.

“I have never done this for anyone!”

I giggled as I bent over the sink. And then I puked a little. Then came more… Then I could feel my stomach muscle aching, and then… suddenly, all the works were unstoppable.

The sink was then choked.

“Gee, I really did puke.” My colleague said.

I couldn’t stand it any longer and squatted in the bathroom, and he looked over, “Man! You did puke already!”

I saw my very swollen eye and face in the mirror, and felt so much better.

Yet my head was unusually heavy.

“I am going to do something I have never done before in my life, or for anyone,” my colleague announced.

Before I knew it, he was getting paper and stretched his hand into the sink to clear all the puke of mine(!!!!!!!).

Can get more touched or not.

I feel darn paikia and bad lah.

He better not use it against me next time.

I went back to the VIP room, and I think there was a phototaking session.

They just dragged my chair and let me be part of the picture, just like that. I remember doing silly poses.

I remember I spoke to Minibean on the bus ride back, and I fell asleep halfway through.

Hic. Baby. Mummy is not an alcoholic.

They took big plastic bag, and were all ready to hang it by my ears.

I got off at the hotel with people holding on to me.

It was darn embarrassing can?!

But seriously, I didn’t feel half as bad as some other times when I drank much lesser. I think this is one time I actually drank quite a bit(hey hey, my standard hor!).

And now, I can officially declare that I am allergic to alcohol!

And I think I should thank all my colleagues who helped. Though I seriously think I will cringe thinking back what happened… I should never drink when with co-workers.

Sala image-projection.

And.

I say all the most atrocious things ever!

Gosh.

Office geek just found me on messenger and messaged me.

Gasp. Hiccup.

OG [1:26 PM]: harlow

Aunty [1:26 PM]: Hi…

OG [1:27 PM]: yesterday i cant recognize you , cos i’m stunned that you’re pretty

Aunty [1:29 PM]: oh hi, that was you. I didn’t know your name

OG [1:30 PM]: oh ya , this is my name , does it sound nice ?

Aunty [1:30 PM]: yah, much better than my gender-confusing one

OG [1:31 PM]: =/

 maybe u can get ay english name

 how about i think abt one for u ?

Aunty [1:33 PM]: haha i wonder what u can come up with

OG [1:33 PM]: hmmmm … let me brain storm a bit

 emmmm … i’ll let u know laterZ

 i’ll find one cute cute sweet nameZ

Aunty [1:34 PM]: ………… cute doesnt suit me!

OG [1:36 PM]: ……..
 
 sweet ?

Aunty [1:36 PM]: er…also doesnt..

OG [1:37 PM]: ……………. why wor

Cough. Giggles.

I was having a meeting at Petronas tower when he messaged me. I tried hard not to burst out giggling wor.

And when I didn’t reply, he typed: ”I almost wanted to ask if you got a bf”

I very shy wor. So I never replyZ.

When I didn’t.

He followed up again with “i almost wanted to ask if you got a bf , see if i have any hope anot “Seriously baby, you have no idea what you are getting into. WorZ.

Now, I am attending a training on Social Media, and I am putting the knowledge into real-life.

Cos it is talking about blogs… and how blogs is a subset or tapping into here and there. 

Giggles. So this post is well-justified.

Oh my zipper-colleague just now mentioned about going for a massage, and I ended up giggling and giving him the raised brows.

I think my perception of men is so warped.

Anyway.

Couple of weeks ago I told Wifey about this geek from the same office, who thought I am a guy cos of my name.

Today, I bumped into him again at the lift.

I smiled at him as we waited for the same lift out of courtesy.

As we went into the lift, he asked, “Do I actually know you?”

“No, not really. But you helped me with my phone the other day, and you told me you would drop me an email to set up something for me. You thought my name belongs to a guy.”

“OH! Oh yes, I remember you,  I do.”

It was then the usual quietness after we ran out of small talks.

Suddenly he spoke again, “Don’t worry, you are actually very girly.”

“Huh? Oh.. er..”

After a pregnant pause, he didn’t look up as he continued, “In fact you are very pretty.”

I burst out in giggles cos it was so awkward.

“Oh… Thanks, you made my day.” I giggled and my eyes were shifty as I hid my embarrassment.

(I SHY, CAN OR NOT?)

Then, the lift door opened after it went down 5 floors, “Yeah.. actually you made my day.” and he walked out without looking at me, with hurried pace.

I think someone just flirted with me.

Giggles.

And then remember how I used to say that I am a jerk magnet.

This shows one thing!

With the recent burst of random episodes…..

… I hereby concluded that, I have became a geek magnet too.

So.

Now we know.

Geeks are jerks too!

Well, I suspect the flabs gathering around are just a sad case of water-retention.

But I now ain’t so sure after my boss had complained about my unhealthy diet.

Not my fault!!! I exclaimed.

And then, this came in.

I can no longer live in denial.

Seriously!!!!! How can I finish 24 donuts?!

After giving to my colleagues, I am still left with 16. I ate one.

I am still left with 15.

And I can’t help but feel an impulse reaching for the 2nd one, making it 14.

Thanks, that’s very sweet. Really sweet. Too sweet. And too fattening. All chocolatey kind somemore.

Well, quoting a very wise lady, at least I didn’t receive 99 donuts.

HAHAHAHAHA.

Today, my very lovely adminstrative colleague passed me my air ticket and the works for my business trip next week.

I then stuffed the envelop into my drawer, and looked really deep in thoughts with a frown on my face before I reached for my post-its.

I mumbled to myself how I should write a note to remind myself to remember to take the tickets/hotel voucher with me.

My colleague, upon hearing, widen her eyes, and then shrilled, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!! CANNOT! YOU CANNOT ONE! YOU VERY BLURBLUR ONE! YOU SURE FORGET ONE.”

I gave her the most hurt-ed look I can muster, and said, “NO!! I won’t! Why you like that say me?”

She animatedly stamped her feet and shook her head telling me, “CANNOT! I keep for you and give you on Tuesday!”

Then I became sheepish. Then I laughed. Her reaction damn funny lah! And she is a mother of 2, so coming from her, the animated respond says something. Wahahahaha.

(Wah, heng I blog this post, I actually forgotten about my little purse(which has all my cards, and money in it) yesterday. I reminded myself to put it back into my bag as I had put it in my office jacket. I obviously forgot about it today during lunch. And I almost forgot about it over the weekend if I had not blog this post, cos I just remember it and put it into my bag!).

Now ah, I want to go play Gears of War 2 in the office with the rest of the colleagues. They will probably laugh at me.

I hope I don’t swear.

Edited: Right after my post, I opened my drawer to look for my envelop. I couldn’t find it.

I conveniently looked for the same colleague, “Hey XXX! Is my ticket with you?” with absolute glee.

“Huh no!!!!!!”

Oh.

I looked at her, she looked at me, across the partition with an awkward pause.

The colleague next to me also started to search for it, wondering if she conveniently took the wrong one.

I searched my bag, searched my drawer.

“SO FAST YOU LOST IT!!!!!”

“Cannot be right!!!” I mumbled….

Then I found it. It was indeed in the drawer(duh! I just blogged about how I put it into the drawer and put a note on my  monitor right??).

But it was wedged under the back of it.

An unnecessary panic attack for everyone.

Giggles.

I am so not blur, can?

Giggles.

I just messaged like 7 chaps I know to ask them to spill information on the frequency of the above.

So, what is the average… like?

Giggles.

I am so matter-of-factly that I think I am going to lose male pals faster than I think I would.

So what’s YOUR average.

Uhm.

Someone just called me at my DID to look for Bala.

I went “HAR”, he said Bala again before I said he called the wrong number, and there is no Bala.

I was trying to make sure my friends are not playing tricks on me, cos with friends like that, I have to be constantly on my guard.

And somemore yesterday, I was calling up to book an appointment with a doctor, the person mentioned the doctor’s name and cautiously asked if I was okay with him. And I swear his name is some Muthusamy… I was pretty puzzled and asked why would I be bothered, cos she had booked another appointment with another doctor without mentioning his name at all.

We have a Palachan mouse newly arrived in office 5 minutes ago. And that itself, is another story.

Okay. If you think I am racist, I am not! I seriously am not. In fact, I certainly hope there is no one else who chooses his/her doctor based on race.

Cos, the one who once saved my life, is a certain A/Prof Arunachalam Ilancheran
, who was the only person who dealt with gynecological cancer back then, so if I had been choosy, then like that, die lor.

And he was one of the nicest person I met in the medical profession.

So, I highly suspect it might be my Muthu-related karma, boomerang back to me.

Now, I got PMS craving for … curry.

WHO SIAL!!!

WHO??????

WHO COULD IT BE?!?!?!

IS HE SERIOUS?!

WOOOHOOOO TOP MODEL/BLOGGER IN SINGAPORE LEH!

AND IT IS A SEX TAPE!

WU YA BOH?

My curiosity is seriously killing me

I said I was tired and I would blog.

But the fatigue evolved into a nagging headache, which didn’t fade.

I fell asleep by 8pm, thinking it would be a nap. A nap which I woke up to at 3am, and after being awake for 15 minutes, I drifted back to deep sleep.

Then, it was 7.50am.

My head still felt heavy. I think it felt as heavy as steel. At least it is not plastic nor air, I think.

I left home feeling groggy, and started my day with a painkiller, because I couldn’t find my muscle-relaxant.

I still feel like I was going to faint anytime when I headed out the door, and by the time I reached office.

Thankfully, the pain subsided gradually, and I feel better at the office today, than say, yesterday.

I am just hoping all these calmness is not just a sign of a storm brewing.

***

The past week is filled by event after event.

Nice lunches after lunches.

I had nice dinner on Monday, good lunch on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and if everything goes on smoothly, today too.

But of course, that means more things to do and fulfill.

***

Today while waiting for the lift, I saw this little creature on the fake ceiling.

The head and its feelers looked a little strange to me, and it reminded me of my worst nemesis. But the legs don’t look like leh.

I showed the picture to my colleague who gave me a lift, and then he said it was a grasshopper until he decided the head of the insect looks like a cockroach.

“I think something happened between a cockroach and a grasshopper.”

But why would a grasshopper go for a cockroach?!

“I think the grasshopper must be very traumatised.”

“*Gasp* I think the grasshopper was raped by the cockroach.”

“Sigh. Very sad for the grasshopper.”

Do you think the creature will feel inferior about itself?

Of course, it might be an actual creature, which I have no idea what it is. Do enlighten me

Busy day. But something really made me laugh real hard at work.

The Many Lies of Barbie.

Okay, some joke(r) to occupy you guys before I am occupied by work.

And coincidentally, we had lifeless big eyes staring into our eyes last night when Effy and I were out painting the Sunday’s town red.

And somewhere.. I think there is a paparazzi snap out there…