The Boss (Wednesday, 15 Dec)

The massage was good last night. It's been a while since I had someone pummel my back. Then this Chinese fella can 'realign'-ed some more.

"Mercedes-Benz also must realign one. Balance-lah," he said.

Tried to do a deal with this doctor. One feature article on him for one-year's worth of massages and realigning. No can do ... cash, cash... he said, glaring at me. I thought I could feel my back twitching, so I paid up immediately. Bloody stingy fella #$$%^#$%

So a New Me walked into the office this morning. Beamed at everyone and then sent rookie to check out the Cabinet meeting today. The rookie has been instructed to see who would wince if he mentioned he was from NST. Then we'll know who's behind Kelab Maya Umno's attack. It is time for new additions and new rules to my hate-list.

But pray tell, who on earth would be so mean? If you prick me, do I not bleed? If you out-scoop me, do I not scream? If you don't reply to my SMS immediately, do I not weep? I have feelings too, you know. All I want is to be loved like that Malaysian Idol girl.

Speaking of which, KTK ain't feeling the lurve these days. Hehe... Yah, "Let's Stop This Rot" (Headline). See RR ... English need not be verbose.

Note to self:
(1) Talk to Big Boss. Convince him KMU is another branch of KMM and they all use handphones.
(2) Redo hate-list. Numero uno crime is not replying to my text messages. Rude bastards.