honestly, for two weeks i have been deprived of a proper sleep... im like a walking zombie just repeating the words "let me get through this day alive" over and over again... i had to ram my headset deep in my earlobes to let the blaring music keep me awake when i am crossing the street... and hoping the doves won't pee on me while i am walking lazily on my way to work...

this week is fully anticipated by the arrival of ramadhan next week. no, it was not the fasting i am excited about, its the 6-hour working days i am thrilled at! i can't wait to get off at 2pm!!!

but last week was fully anticipated by our first-ever company field trip (nyah, parang bata), and last friday the wackos are out in full force for the first time! it's nice to see those dorks get out of their shell once in a while...


improvised head count


with saurabh's wife




with ate maricel and biju, both from accounts




walang pakialamanan huh




o head count uli, sino kaya ba ang nawawala?!?




sa taas na to ng tower, na elevator lang nag daan pataas..










mga hindi takot mastuck sa elevator!


after lunch


riffa fort


habang naliligo na ang iba.. nagpapa-cute kami wehehe









tell me, why would you place that damn gasoline exactly on the way the wind blows???




irony pops up once in a while, i have always stood in awe on how something turns up so weird all of a sudden...

have you ever felt so scared that your knees were shaking as if to emphasize the gravity of what happened? that photo may look like a typical bonfire, but it could have led to a bigger disaster have it not been for iqbal. when they poured the gasoline to the woods lying on the sand, and the moment jalil threw that piece of coal, fire spread to the woods then to the gallon of gasoline lying innocently nearby.

i was frozen as i saw the fire coming to life inside the gallon, and if bambi hadn't pulled me at the back of the cottage i could have stood there all those time. but iqbal, i don't know if he just has the nerves of steel or the mind of a freaky kind of man whose presence of mind wanders from time to time, threw sand to the fire in front of him as jalil (frantically funny) struggled to pour 7-up to the now-growing fire.

see the relief on those faces? thank goodness every stinking one of them is fine...

but in it's freaky irony, come saturday morning, the one who heroically saved our lives was found in jail. guilty of bump and grind. at 4 in the morning. imagine the irony. but he's out today, it's just too bad he cannot work for a while.

so next time, no drinking and driving, ya hear?


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and the biggest fear of all...
yesterday my father had a mild stroke, and it scared the living poo out of me.


here he is with his wife, who in the terror of the moment, started lashing strange sms to me. panic-induced-blaming? i think not...

so for the first time (wee, a lot of first times here, eh?) i had lunch with bambi on a working day. yes, that moment would have been typical, but it was special for me. i was too scared to receive a bad phone call if i am home alone so i went to seef and had lunch with him and mommy carol, aggie, candy and kawall. he has always made me feel safe and warm, so i had to rush at his side at that time.