Tired

I just want to say 3 things.

1. I went to Yusuf Estes talk near my house last Monday. Although my primary intention to listen to the talk itself, it would be a lie if I say I didn't have an ulterior motive (although I'm not disclosing what that ulterior motive was). I was surprised towards the end when someone actually converted in front of everyone in that hall. It was one of the most heart warming moments in my life.

A friend will tell you straight in the face if you have a bad breath so that you can do something about it, and not going around telling everyone.
Yusuf Estes

Oooops.

2. I don't know why. Maybe she hates me, maybe she is just pulling my leg, or maybe she entered a TV or radio programme like Candid Camera or Panggilan Hangit or some sort, but the person in charge of my job allocation just gave me today another 4 stock counts to perform until year end. That makes 8 stock counts in all. I am officially Count Stockula. I really don't mind doing stock count it's just that I hate having to do the report. Plus the stock count is not on weekends so I can't claim overtime too. It's like going to office as usual but without the comfort of an office. From what I've gathered so far I'll be counting dried leaves, paper, newspaper, glasses, cans, electronics, pesticide and sporting gears.

3. Utusan Malaysia and Berita Harian is the lowest, cheapest, sneakiest, most evil and mind insulting newspaper that have ever been printed on Earth. Except for B*pop of course.