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TRUE STORY 1

Absent-mindedly walked into a restroom. Once inside, noticed very peculiar looking facilities that women don’t normally use.

Lightning Struck.

Heard a flushing sound.

Intuiton screamed to get the HELL OUT of THERE!

Ran for the door.

Opened it-

Greeted by a lovely young guy, utterly confused to see me.

"I’m really sorry. My mistake, " said the blushing klutz named ME.

"I almost thought that I was going into the wrong BATHROOM", said the man nicely.

ME decided not to stay for a conversation and disappeared into the REAL destination, right next door.

The culprit? My eyes played a trick on me.  I actually thought I saw the "skirt" sign on the men’s bathroom door.

Sigh of relief though, I didn’t see ANYTHING during my 5 second stay…phew! If i did, PERMANENT BRAIN DAMAGE.

Moral: Knock before you enter a ROOM. Ok, be aware of the sign on doors.

TRUE STORY 2

Walked into the LADIES’ restroom to do the usual, got comfortable, and then- out of NOWHERE:

a FLYING COCKroach fell at my right foot.

Then, another.

I looked up, the lights were abuzz with flying bugs/roaches.

I know I like animals, but I have low tolerance for FLYING COCKroaches. If they are stationary, fine. But the flying ones were really scary.

It reminded of a thriller/suspense/gory american sci-fi movie on the invasion of the cockroaches, back in the early 90s. boy, was SO i grossed out back then.

Moral: Bring bug spray. Examine a room before DOING anything besides checking whether there is adequate water supply.

That’s all from me, folks. This is Asma Wan, signing off.

This house is bare

Cold

This house is silent

Old

This house is made of stone

I believe

This house can be decorated

It will be warm

Full of  color

Full of spice

Full of life

This house

One day will be a home

When it finds an inhabitant

And all will be welcomed

I still believe…

In this house

-1755 hours/Friday/13th/January/2006-

What Does Not Kill You Makes You Stronger.

How true that is.

Had to work on both weekends on Saturday 7th and 8th January and come in to work in the evening of Eidul Adha. That’s life. Not because Shell asked me to, but because I wanted to finish off my work. I’m new at my position. I have a lot to learn. I want to submit my work on time.

Plus, I need some time to digest accounting stuff..

Now still in the office, anticipating another long day.

One funny story to share is when I was at Shell House KL, I wanted to repark my car from the basement to the outside parking because the ticket guy will leave and lock the place.

Enjoying climbing up and down staircases, I decided to take the stairs. I opened the door and suddenly-

The alarm went off!

Haha! I quickly shut the door and ran up again.

I forgot that Shell has TIGHT security procedures. Everything must be accessed using authorized cards.

Guards were on their cell phones, trying to figures out what triggered the alarm. I walked casually to one of them, put on an apologetic look (ok, it was original), and confessed to my evil crime.

Thankfully the guard was nice and let me off without a warning but an advice.

Once again, something funny happens in my life I gave the guards some security practice, and realized I don’t have to TRY to be FUNNY!!!

These weeks have been so trying that even an embarassing moment can reduce some burden. Take some time off to smile and laugh, guys. It works.

Have a nice day!