Boohoohoo...

My laptop dio major virus/worm/trojan. I don't even know what it is. It's so lethal, it diasbled my control panel, access to C and d drive, infected my clock and every document says "virus alert!"

I'm so fucking screwed. Why, why, why, did I attempt to download some stupid programme? Even when it didn't have a listed publisher, making it twice as dodgy, I still downloaded the fucking programme.

Urgh! Now every 10 seconds an annoying and false message pops up telling me I have a virus and I should go buy their programme blah blah blah.

And when I thought I "found" an online freeware to help remove the first spyware, it turned out to be another malware.

I'm so so so so so so stupid.

So how? I'm sending my laptop to a computer shop tomorrow. See if they can remove the virus. If cannot, then have to reformat.

Whatever, so it shall be.

DAMN UNLUCKY.

YESSSSS!!!! NDR is over!!!

I was a complete mess at the rally. My inexperience really, really shone through. It was an absolutely NIGHTMARE.

So my duty was to talk to MPs and get their immediate feedback on the PM's speech and the goodies announced.

My bit was to cover the stuff for babies. Lots and lots of stuff to wade through.

But I also had to do a doorstop (which is journo lingo for on-the-spot, off-the-cuff interview with VIP) with the PM. Cos he was commenting about the Table-tennis finals.

Thing is, I didn't spot him coming out of the auditorium at first. So in a haste to talk to MPs (mind you, there were 1,700 people floating about the UCC that night and it was difficult finding appropriate ones) I rushed off to speak to an MP.

When I came back, I realised that the doorstop with the PM had already come and gone.

*$&%&*$(%&*$!!!!!!!

So anywayz, it was a nightmare.

And I realise I barely recognise half the MPs. And most of them give sweeping statements and talk about things in general.

Long story short, had to go beg CNA for the audiofile of the PM's doorstop.

In the end, I only stumbled out of the office at 5.10am. Yes, I arrived in the office at 3.45pm on Sunday afternoon to get prepped for the speech. And left on Monday morning. The morning shift people did a double/triple take. And I belted out "Good Morning, Baltimore" from the movie Hairspray, as I was exiting the door.

Yes, I do such things. Yes, it happens quite commonly when I'm overworked. Yes, my office allows such shenanigans.

I always cackle when I think about how I used to say I didn't want to work in a bank because of the long hours.

Oh yes, that thought alone and the irony of my current situation keeps me entertained for many hours on end.

My Poor Liver

What started out as a gorgefest/steamboat dinner with Haolun and Jialing, degenerated into a binge drinking session with Robin, Chris and Haolun.

Yes Ms Aw, after you left, the drinks came fast and furious.

Let's see....

• Glass of white wine
• Glass of vodka lime juice
• Mug of Tiger beer (only drank it cos Mr Chui got dizzy after 2 mugs, otherwise, I HATE BEER)
• shot of B-52 (which the bartender shortchanged 1 layer of vodka cos she dunno how to make.. idiot)
• shot of flaming Barcadi

The flaming Barcadi was the MOST disgusting thing I've ever drunk in my life.

Stupid Robin. Upon hearing that I've never tried a flaming shot before, he egged me on. It's petrifying to SEE the freaking shot glass and its layer of flames.

But that's nothing compared with the TASTE of the drink.

It was fine until I hit the warm liquor. It was like a truck slammed into me.

My eyes watered, my throat was on fire, and I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. I could hear Chris and Haolun gasping away beside me.

And instantly, my sinus clogged up and I got a cold. Haiz, first and last time.

It was so bad, my very, very kind taxi driver stopped at a petrol kiosk to buy me tissue. And he gave me like 10 packets. He even stopped the metre when he dashed into the kiosk. Such a nice man.

When we were still relatively sober.

Bottoms up of the B-52 (yummy!)! (spot Chui's very red face. And that's from 2 beers. He's just entered a sales job that requires a lot of entertainment. Good luck fella)

All in all, fun night. We should do it again!

Next up, a clubbing session! Ok ok, let me go check my schedule first.