Hot diggity dog

I put down some thoughts a few days earlier, quietly, and to my surprise there are people dropping by. To think that I was just about to write explicit details about how I murder Barney, suddenly made me feel relieved or else Muddy would have went down to the police station.

Worst is, he would have blackmailed me and ask for me to sing Barney's annoying theme song.

This time of the year, most employees are getting grind to the core and made to remember what they have done or been doing for the whole year. Perhaps some even have to cough up a story why they have not been doing what they should.

Appraisal.

My case is a little bit (un)fortunate.

The superior and the head has left the organization. So the people who have known of what I have done or not is not around.

For that matter, I can even put down that I helped Osama cross over to the hills across Pahang and came back alive in the appraisal and no one could prove that.

Then again you do know that I am just joking right.

This is because Osama never came to Malaysia, he is busy selling hot dogs right outside White House.