Yesterday was some scary shit.

I was at my desk doing my work when I thought I felt dizzy. I felt my chair rocking back and forth. Macam ala-ala pitam. So I closed my eyes and held on to my desk.

Then my colleague shouted in surprise "EH THE CHAIR MOVING AH! WHY IS THE CHAIR MOVING?!?!"

So it wasn't just me. My chair was moving!

Soon the office was filled with excited voices. The Big Boss came out from his room and ordered us all to evacuate the building.

Ok robert sini eh, it is NOT fun when you have to go down flights of stairs in heels. QUICKLY. Macam cartoon sey. And the people heading the group of people down the stairs were a pair of makciks who were talking a mile an hour until I clapped my hands and asked them to move it or our burial ground would be 80 Robinson Road. Hurhur. All the way down the flights of stairs, I contemplated if I should keep my ring in my mouth so that if my body is found beyond recognition, during the post-mortem, they would find the ring and I can be identified. Bila time nervous gini, ada jer pikiran bukan-bukan siak. Aper jer Awing.

When we reached 'safe' ground, the people from the surrounding office buildings had also evacuated theirs. So there we were just waiting for the green light from SCDF. I was on half day afternoon leave anyway because there's no way in hell was I gonna go back to my office. I might just die a virgin under a shitload of debris and rubble. So I called both my parents and Yan too cos you know, just in case. Aku ni pessimistic lah. Hurhur.

A few minutes later, I left that area altogether, on my way to my half day leave. Somewhere in the late afternoon, I called the office again to check the situation because I'm a concerned colleague like that (actually, it was because I had not drafted and sent out a letter when I was supposed to). Apparently, there was a second tremor about 2hrs after the first. Eee seram nyaarr... Ni baru kena gegar sikit. I wonder how Padang is like.

Anyway, someone is about to be bitchslapped by me. She's getting on my nerves. I'm trying very hard to ignore her but it's hard because she haunts me with that stupid shrilly voice of hers and her sepet kohl-eyes. All girls with shrilly voice ought to be shot. We really don't need shrilly-voiced girls. We already have the hyenas.