A conversation with lady from building management:

me: Hi, I’d like to enquire about parking. Is there a long waiting list and could you put me on it?
Lady: Okay, it’ll be a six month wait. Should I…?
me: Yeah, why not. Thank you.
Lady: E-miao, please?
me: It’s me, m-e…
Lady: Me? Like…You?
me: Yes. You. No, me.
Lady: Okay…at?
me: At vicki…v-i-c-k-i…ho. H-o. Dot com.
Lady: VEEKEE? Veekee…HO? Haha! Okay, uh…you at veekeeho?
me: No, me.
Lady: Ah yah, yah, me at vickiho DOG com.
me: Yes.
Lady: Ha ha ha ha ha! [scribbling]…ki…ho…dog com. ME AT VEEKI HO DOG COM. Is a dog com only? Got dog com dog s-g?

Back from Kuala Lumpur, and there are, gasp, no accompanying photos for this post. Which is hard to imagine, given I will take a picture of most things with whatever available equipment I have (cue: fond recollections of 640X480 Nokia days past), but really, when you’re caught in a blur of shopping and eating, photos from a place that you’ve been to too many times falls several rungs, priority-wise.

I did come home with a bit of the flu though. And no, it isn’t the bird flu, which I hear has ruffled a feather or two, guffaw, in KL. It’s incredible how much mucus I’m producing. I know mucus is calories, however, and I’m bursting at the seams with glee at the idea of leaking calories; I don’t have a headache, nor a cough or sore throat (anymore), nor a body ache, making this a fairly painless way to leak calories. Exercise? Pshhhh. *honks into a tissue*

Am I not the picture of optimism here? It’s really nice to be back. Hate to bite my tongue later for this, but I did miss work. Back to the grind today and churning out another story, I never thought I’d say this, but I missed being in touch with the news—IT news, at that.