oh forget about the german sausage jokes at the bierhaus, the mamak restaurant downstairs has upped that. next time you order the you-can’t-go-wrong “maggi goreng telor mata kerbau”, be careful not to complain about the lack of meat, lest they spring you a surprise in the form of some unsavory body parts. well, this was what appeared on suet’s receipt… wonder what her meal was like ;p
another round of promotions came and went. steve-o. jimbo. a few others boh. the usual happened, though a little less merry as most were a little less free. nonetheless kuai lan is still going around confused, asking “who is now what? and who else, ah?” anyone, please feel free to enlighten him.
we’re been hearing nothing but good things about junk yard sales. most recent one being the lapsap x kraftgrafik junkyard sale. tomorrow’s gathering of junk promises toys, accessories, high-end labels and all others things yummy. you’ll definitely see us there.
amy “running, not walking, to the atm” flabours
monday morning. 10am. full attendance. what a pleasant surprise. we had all hoped for some free coffee but management, being skint as they are, obviously didn’t provide us any.
instead, those jerks show us the great work we’ve done for the year (locally and regionally), tell us how much the agency has pulled itself back on its feet, and then give us our first bonus in 6 years.
yeah, baby. bonusbonusbonus.
and the bibgang always thought she was in bates141. well doesn’t help that we’re hardly in the office and mainly make ourselves present only at intoxicating sessions… but hey, everyone seems to know her and she knows, well, enough of everyone, so yeah, we embrace the petite one… as and when we can find her, that is.
interesting readings took place on 9 december at the hidden (not) no black tie. charlie dark from uk worked the audience up to their feet while singaporean ng yi-sheng brought the house down with his open sexuality and passionate machine-gun volley of an earlier work. priya’s local entourage kept the night happy while divya kept the old school look alive with her leather jacket, precariously dangling cigarette and caffeine OD-ed eyes. what an unexpectedly wonderful night. here’s to all the good stuff, evelyn 
despite contrary belief, bib isn’t all about parties (and even less about work). we’re tickled by many things be it industry related gossips, awards shows, events, artsy-fartsiness, and of course, inane humour. so ripping this link off a good friend, we bring you the funniest thing since jack black. we recommend an empty bladder before proceeding. Read the rest of this entry »
okay, admittedly this is a mindless entry. it’s just a filler. coz we’re oh-so-busy. the random pic is jeremy irony’s fave booze, except that a) it’s kinda hard to find on tap; and b) jeremy could hardly afford it. the bib gang is kinda tied up so postings will be inconsistent for a bit (like, that’s news). well, cheers.
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