Mission: Aborted

I need to move up a phase of my stalking mission; Phase 0 to phase 1. Ok, that’s not moving up, that’s “starting up”! My plan is to talk to Jo, the stalkee’s colleague; to press her for some info and stuff. After several days, I’ve finally met her at the Lava (not some fancy coffee joint, just a chic word for “LAVAtory”) yesterday. After much consideration, reciting prayers & calming my erratic heartbeats…

Me: Jo, do you remember last week we were in the lift going down for lunch. You were with some lady friends and 3 guys; one is bald, one is chinese and another wearing specs? (Specs is stalkee)

Jo: *Looking confused and trying to remember* Hmmm…The bald one is Pravin, the chinese.….the other one....?

Me: I think the one wearing specs is new lah, only saw him since a month ago. He just looks very familiar lah (such an excellent cover-up and lie!)

Jo: He’s a malay?

Me: I dunno, looks like it.

Jo: Hmm. Oh! That’s Nazri. Very handsome kan? *she laughed nervously like she’s not supposed to find other guy is good looking coz she’s happily married*

Me: Cute! *Joining her laugh to make it like jokey moment with her but God knows I do find him cute! But definitely not handsome*

With the jokey moment continues, perfect moment to ask something; gotta try my luck!

Me: He’s married ah?

Jo: Beluuum…tapi baru je engaged.

Me: Aahh. (read: Darn it!)

There you go. Execution of phase 1 led to the end of the whole mission.


Ok. Moving. On.


p/s: Went to book sale preview and my best buy is hardcover Postsecret book for RM10/-!
p/p/s: Will be having an exam for the umpteenth time on Tuesday. Wish me luck!

Office Stalkee

How good is it to have a stalkee who works in the office opposite your office?

Very.good.indeed! Marvelous!

But how hard is it to stalk someone who works in the office opposite your office?

Apparently, very.hard.indeed.

Whenever I walk out of the office, he just came back from somewhere heading in. I can smile, but if other people caught me smiling to his back, that’s a bit dodgy.

p/s: maybe i can bribe the tea lady who always do some washing up in our shared washroom to put on good words for me? Heck, maybe i should just pass her a piece of paper with my number on it.

p/p/s: i.don't.think.so.lah.