The Gloody Letter That Comes After 'A' and Hefore 'C'

Am at work, first day at my new jot. I got the department I (so holdly) asked for. They gave me a very nice cunicle with a view. Went on the intro-tour of whole juilding. Met arout 6 millions people and smiled until my cheeks cramped. So far, I'm liking it. People are nice. The offices (there are 6 levels of it) are really nice; the minister's and the high level officers' offices are frankly meyond awesome. And to top it all off, I'm hoping for this department (which I so fervently asked repeatedly for) would live up to it's name and I get to join the fun. Nut for the meantime, I'm happy to go through the heaps of 'fail meja' and 'senarai serahan tugas' to 'terkhidmat untuk negara' yetter.

My one very small, very puny complain though; can I get another keyhoard? The one I've got now can't do the one letter; the one that comes after 'A' and pefore 'C'. Y'know, the letter that makes sense of this statement I'm awout to make:
"slimey, sizzare keysoard this, what russish. Sos sossed the sall to the seaming sand of sushmen srother sefore suying a slasted soscat with sooss"

India Pictures. More of 'em.

I promised a travelog-esque post on my trip to India but by Io's ankle, I'm fugging lazy. So I'm putting up random pictures from the trip and hope everyone would be sufficiently entertained.

Pictures from our Taj Visit. Everybody should know about Shah Jehan, beloved wife, yadda yadda.. the Taj is that gorgeous with ridiculously intricate stone designs. Flat gorgeous. The addmission fee for foreigners are around RM100 (as opposed to RM10 for locals) and you get to spend as long as you want in the compound. The weather was alright , a little hot but nothing compared to home. You can't mess with a girl who lives in KL and traipse around Labuan weather with the best of them. Bring it on! (yells Nella from her shady, airconditioned office)That's the Taj's side view. Which is no difference from the front view, lateral view, dorsal view. Genius architecture that it is.

Terrorizing the locals for a picture. The shoe cover was provided with every admission fee for foreigners. Or you could opt to take your shoes off. We like the very stylish covers. Tres chic, non?

View from my hotel rooftop. Yes, that's the Taj. Woke up at 6am to watch the Taj at sunrise. Hence the bleary, basi look. Ignore me and look at the Taj already, will you.

Siblings at a photostudio with the Taj Mahal backdrop. They're on discount. Eiffel Tower backdrop was also on discount but that would be too cheesy, we think.

Stay tune for the next installment where I shall post more (disturbing) picture of myself having a nuclear implosion (like having a blast, only more fun) in India.

It's like a mango, only different

I'm back from India and from my PTD induction course in Terengganu. I'm dark, aching, wigging out and not happy.

Shall regale the masses (all 4 of them) with stories of my back to back adventures later. Meantime, here's some pictures to appease you lot(the aforementioned 4). Pictures of happier days. When I wasn't so dark, when I was ache-free, calm and relatively happier. Good old days, them 15 days ago. Sigh.

Camwhoring with my sister.

I can't rightly remember what this building is.

Poppies at the royal garden of Fatehpur Sikri.

Wind Palace of the Pink City.

The happy clan (minus one) at the Amber Fort.

Pwetty oliphaunt at the Amber Fort.

Crazy fun with Amanda celebrating the Holi on April 22nd. It was beyond awesome.