I am such a fraudster.
This morning, I went for an interview with an imaging tools company and the regional sales manager shot me this question: “What is the hot topic within the industry now?”
My mind went into a blank and and I stared at him. Thankfully, he was oblivious to my uninformed silence and proceeded, “Is it security or storage or…?” Ahh. Security, the one thing that I actually know something about. I prattled on about mobile employees and spyware and the like and he looked suitably impressed.
Okay, the blankness could also be due to the fact that I was stoned out from my trip to KL on Monday (and back Tuesday, I might add). I barely slept a wink on Monday night and had to get up at 6.30am (PR people should always schedule their events from 10.30am onwards, damnit) to prepare for the event.
KL was hot, dusty and hazy. If you think that the haze in Singapore is disgusting, then KL was a gazillion times worse. While on the highway heading away from the airport, the sides of the roads whizzed by me in a grey blur. I saw some cows grazing on the fields next to the highway and was wondering if they would, like, die of excessive carbon dioxide inhalation or something.
I reached the hotel (which had a kickass view of the Petronas Towers and a gigantic comfy room) at 6pm and with no time to lose, took the monorail down to the Bukit Bintang area to do some serious damage to my bank account. There is something strangely empowering about travelling on my own, it made me feel self-important and grown-up. But all that vanished when it started pouring the second the train left the station. I had to go into FOS (Factory Outlet Store) to buy an umbrella. But by the time I had finished ransacking through the racks, trying out a mountain of stuff and purchasing a smaller mountain of stuff from FOS, the rain had stopped. Nevermind, at least I had the chance to stock up on Abercrombie & Fitch. I bought a tiny denim A&F mini-skirt which is almost indecent but not as indecent as another Hollister skirt that I had tried. That one was barely 15cm in length, you could practically see your bare arse if you just lean slightly forward, which is probably every hum-sup ah pek’s wet dream.
So that was KL.
Now that I am back home, I still find my mind a blank. Think it is due to the fact that I am still stoned out from my trip to KL. Like Abby, I can’t seem to find anything interesting to write about. Oh wait, there’s the widespread and phenomenal sexyblogger campaign, which the boyfriend had apparently participated in. But methinks nobody, and I mean NOBODY, can out-tongue the original herself. But if you think you have a sexy tongue, go take a photo of you doing the tongue thang and post it up on flickr. Me? I say, been there, done that. Heh heh.