That sweet spot

I am close to our new account manager. She came in to take up The Kiwi account.

Being the lead art director for devouring kiwifruits, I unfortunately, became Jom Joget's favourite. And it's not that we have that many ADs and designers left – did I mention the agency just laid off 8 with immediate effect recently? – beggars can't choose.

We are like the office buddy kind lah. Talk cock, sing song, gossips, and all. She also has the tendency of Instagram-ing random stuffs and tagged us on Facebook. I've lost count how many of my stuffs alone are tagged.

I was having heartburn the other day. Skipped work. Being the kecoh Jom Joget as she is, she wrote on my wall of how she missed me. And for the record, I rarely take sick leave.

Baby all this while never feel comfortable with the taggings. That wallpost, really pisses her off. She came home and told me off. Kena lecture lah. But I'm not even angry at all.

At the end of the lecture, she soften up. Voice lowered. To a point it looked a bit… manja? When I promised her to do something about it, she just nodded… in a very subtle way. Like wanna nod, don't want to nod. Macam yes, tapi bukanIf words could describe her look, I would.

It's a sweet spot I rarely see in her – things I love about this woman.


How my 1 year was spent

Eating roti banjir at the mamak. With the companion of a Milo Ais.

Lazed around the couch in the office. Trying to get some nap.

Rushed over to 1U to dropped off some documents for Baby's friend.

Went back to the office couch and once again, trying to get a nap.

Failed to book a movie. They are either too far, or too late.

Met up with the boys for a couple of pints.

Came home with a heartburn.

Dragged myself outta bed to get meds and MC at 5-ish in the morning.

Woke up with blood in the phlegm.

All these because of my fucking mouth.

How pathetic.

Happy one year to me.