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Comey Ah!

It’s time again! To conjure up resolutions for the New Year!

On January 1 this year, the Usual Suspects professed resolutions out loud and to each other. While I sipped pineapple juice, I said mine was to get a job. At that time, I had recently resigned from a high-stressed, highly-sociable job stint at a tres tres-exclusive public relations firm. I remember swearing to myself DO NOT GO INTO PR AGAIN! Surprisingly, this year, I managed to get TWO jobs in TWO differing industries. How cool is that?

And if you haven’t noticed from my statement upstairs, I sipped pineapple juice during New Years. That’s because I wanted to quit drinking and jointly, smoking. Reason one was that I was drinking and smoking like no tomorrow while I was at that PR job. One of my clients, for example, is The Maker of Cigarettes (enough said). And the thing about PR is that there will always be extra bottles of champagne/wine from previous events. So imagine, during breaks, I would be sipping away Moet or sparkling at my desk. Gila!

Yes, I did drink during Merdeka (to the dismay of some narrow minded bloggers out there). And I recently have been picking up a few sticks. But, I still feel I have met my objectives and even my friends do tell me I have been extra good. (Thanks Khaylis! You’re da best!)

So what’s my resolution this year? That’s for you to find out in Laughing Matters 2006. ;) Happy New Years everybody!

When Jiggy Does Not Mean Fat

A Local Delight

I realised that being a new exec at my department at Greener Pastures will also mean I am the youngest. It seems like the other executives and the non-execs are much, much, much older than I am. Sometimes I can't help but look at each one of them in the boardroom and whimper "Yes Dad!" in my head when they ask for my recommendations. Indeed, this place has a very different atmosphere in every aspect of the word from my previous, but it's A OK for me.

Because being older does not mean they are not young.

While I joined the crew for lunch, one of my evergreen colleagues decided to take a wallop of fish head curry along with his rice. "I love fish head curry," he said.

"That's not the only head you like," another one of my evergreen colleagues blurted.

The three tudung ladies on my table giggled and said, "Pak, selalu cakap dengan double meaning." Laugh laugh laugh. Giggle giggle giggle.

And there I was, staring into my rice, and feeling hard pressed to even think that all eight evergreens on my table are talking about oral sex.