Hello, remember me???

To avoid the cliché of stating the obvious, I'll just say 3 words: I've been lazy. You know what I mean. heh heh.

Anyhoot, its been quite an eventful month, and daym am I glad its already July . I thought June would never end, really. Work has been crazy as it has always been come the end of the month. Posters needed printing, cutting, pasting, and a lot of other stuff that Im sure just typing about it'll make me tired.

Speaking of posters, a funny thing happened the other day. I was on my poster fixing rounds on the hotel levels when I discovered 2 screws thats used to hold up the transparent acrylic board had gone a-missing. Some itchy fingered bastard thought that he'd be the most coolest guy among the losers at his local Akademi Fantasia fan club if he'd gone and steal the screws. So anyway I reported this to my boss and went along my day.

A few hours later, I went on another poster fix when Miss L, our resident housekeeper went up to me, carrying with her a piece of the acrylic board that I'd talked about earlier.

"Look at this," she said showing me the board. "I found this hanging by only one screw over at the tenth floor," she said, handing me a single lone screw. I bet it was prolly sad that its brothers were missing. Poor little screw. Waitaminit, screw the screw!

"Holy Crap!!!" I says. "Which dumbass would do this? Stupid!" I said, and explained to her about the 2 previous screws missing, thinking that it must the same type of stupid-ass thieves with itchy fingers. The ones that probably cry when some idiot at AF gets booted off the fucking show. Those type.

"Yeah, people are crazy. And you know what else? Three screws are missing!" she said, holding up her fingers to emphasize the 3. Yes, miss. I know how to count and I know what a 3 looks like. Of course, it actually looks like half an 8, which I find to be extremely weird because half an eight (which is a 4) doesnt look like a 3. Roman numerals are weird. But enough maths.

"Man, that sucks," I said, shaking my head. "Well, anyway, thanks for bringing this down. I'll inform my boss ASAP about this whole thing. Crazy lah these stupid people. Idiots even." Saying that made me feel good, coz I was actually thinking of the contestants of Akademi Fantasia.

"Yeah. Crazy," she nodded in agreement, and went her way.

Half an hour later, after I've finished my work, Miss L came over to my office.

"Look what I found," she said, jingling 3 screws in her hands. "You know where I found these?" she asked. Somehow along the way, she found out about my psychic abilities and wanted to test me out.

"Uh, no." Damn, psychic powers..not..working...mental..strength..draining... gah..

"On the lightbulb ornamental covers. I was standing around and I saw these things sitting on that thing."

Something stirred in the back of my head. Uh-oh...

"On the WAITAMINIT! lightbulb ornamental covers, you say? I USUALLY PUT THE SCR- OH FU- Wow. Heh heh. Which dumbass would do such a IT WAS YOU, YOU IDIOT! YOU'D FORGOTTEN TO- silly silly thing. Heh heh. These type of people takda kerja betol lah MANGKOK. ADA KE LUPE NAK PASANG BALIK SKRU. LEPAS TU SALAHKAN ORANG heh heh" I said, grinning. If she knew what went on in my head, I'd be very embarrased.

"Yeah. I agree. These people really gila one."

"Yeah PEH,DIA CAKAP AKU GILE gila. Well, thanks, Miss L."

Ever had on of those moments where you're 125% sure that, in your own ignorance, you're sure you've done nothing wrong and you're on top of the pedestal of 'The Blissfully Ignorant' while the other people are staring up at you in awe and respect coz you're amongst some powerful people. Like Politicians. And Mat Rempits. And Women Drivers. When suddenly someone throws The Brick of Realization smack in the centre of your nuts and you fall off and join those others, while clutching your balls of . Embarrasing, really.

CRAP!!! I WAS THE 'CRAZY IDIOT' THAT SUPPOSEDLY STOLE THE 3 SCREWS AND LEFT THE BOARD HANGING. FUCK!

Turns out when I was on my poster fixing rounds, I'd forgotten to re-hang the acrylic cover and proceeded to do the next level. When all the while the thing was hanging there like some ugly, hanging... thing. And later went on to blame some poor imaginary sod. And calling myself a Dumbass Crazy Stupid AF watching Idiot in the process. Wow, unknowlingly calling yourself Stupid Hurts your self esteem. I think I died a little inside.

Nice going, Diq.

Well theres a moral to this story, but I cant really put my finger on it. You figure it out.