just minishorts.

And I'm off. I won't be updating this blog until next week. While I'm away, try to be good, and don't miss me too much.

Am packing up. Am not very good at packing up. Still want to look v. nice and pwetty up North of course. Don't want to embarass SL you see. So, am packing up. Bringing along this pwetty dress I bought at Blook the other day. Now THAT was a proper steal.

But then of course, you don't want to know the details to that.

What you might want to know though, is the news!! What's new?

The baboon has packed her suitcases and left.

Oh joy joy!!!

*If you're reading this, yes, I'm not going to attempt to hide my dislike of you, you actually quadrupled the living hell that was my life, and what was already terrible was rendered unbearable.*

So happened that this morning the baboon was into its finest element, strutting around the office in her green-yellow durian suit telling us off and promising us more hell for the week. I was even anticipating a shrill rattle at my cubicle asking me to tell her whether I had finish my work before calling the week off on Tuesday.

10 am. MD walks in the baboon's room. I was too busy to even bother about what happened.

Fast forward to lunch. Bitched about the baboon and lamented over when she would ever leave us to our peace.

2 pm, the baboon struts back to the room, calls up people for boxes and newspapers… and she starts wrapping. Oooh. My colleagues IMs me from afar.

'Hey she's packing up.'
'You're joking.'
'No really, she's packing up.'
'Wait I have to see.'

So off I go to the ladies' and on the way I saw the baboon cleaning things up, and you can't imagine the glee I felt when that hideous bhai mug of hers (did I tell you she uses a mug in the shape of a ugly-looking singh guy who looked as if he were bleached down to the eyeballs?)…

By 3 pm we had the e-mail from her. 'All the best.' It said.

And then she left. I don't know what time but when I walked up from the second floor, the room was locked, empty as it was before she stamped her territory and placed ugly nails all over the plastered walls, and the peace… oh the peace….

I've never felt this happy while being evil before. Well, up to today that is. But really. Good bye. So long. May you have a happy life ahead. And for your own sake, I hope you realize that the whole world isn't about your screwed-up political correct nonsense.

minishorts: damn mah fan lah being a girl
WH: hahaaahaha what to do
minishorts: i want to be a guy. when i grow up i want to be a boy
WH: HARRR?
minishorts: i want to be a boy
WH: i dun think daryan will like that
minishorts: i want to know what it's like to have a dick. he knows i want to be a boy…

WH: have you watched gigli?
minishorts: no, y?
WH: i will take an excerpt off the script… let me ask you… when you are going on a date with someone, what is the first instinct after he drops you off? when you hold hands and walk in the park and suddenly you sit on the bench? when you laugh and then realise theres nothing much to say, only to do?what is that first impulse?
minishorts: huh? don't get it. how can he drop you off ….and then you hold hands? there's no continuity in the action there
WH: no continuity…just several scenes… can understand or not?
minishorts : cannot understand lah

WH: well when you like someone you definitely want to kiss them right?
minishorts: yeah guess so… so?
WH: well…everyone would love to be engulfed in a flaming hot wet lips…tight…embracing…passionate
minishorts: ok ok
WH: all round
minishorts: so where is this going
WH: and what is the twin sister of the mouth? the vagina… not only structurally, but they work in the same way…taking the person in…accepting them and inviting them as a whole

WH: the dick is like an elongated toe
minishorts: what the heck has this got to do with anything
WH: what power does a dick hold compared to a vagina? so hence… be proud to have a vagina

WH: haahahah
minishorts: yeah yeah yeah …i dunno what the heck you're talking about still …i'm utterly confused… forgive me for my miseducation
WH: dun worry… but yes…i think a vagina is more powerful than a dick

minishorts:
did you just have sex or something?
WH: no… i'm still sex free

*Right*