Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Unlike every other day, Mike Mithers, a career-minded youth with the ambition of creating miracles in the industry of notes with melody and rhythm, woke up feeling rather chilly.. Chilly indeed, even with the blankets on... The room was breezing like the sea winds off the coast of romantic Hawai and Mike wasn't enjoying that at that time in the morning..
The sky was sky blue with those usual ol' ravens and mynahs shouting at the top of their voices. Mike haven't seen this picture for 3 straight years. After he joined the organisation of a particular reputation, whereby people that takes other's stuff will get the threat of retrenchment or the golden handshakes, he has to wake up early at 6 in the morning, and be chauffeured to his working place, where all the politics happen at.
After brushing his teeth and the routine bathing, Mike went to the kitchen, took a slice of bread with a piece of Kraft's cheese and chunked it into the toaster oven. 5 mins gone. The cheese melted into the bread as Mike puts it into his mouth for chewing and salivation to occur.
"Great. It's 7.30am now. Late for work. Just great." Mike sat in front of a white box and started to type in some gibberish on something the universe calls MSN Messenger. He chatted with a whole lot of people, ranging from himbos to homos(-apiens) to people of different race. Whoever, whatever.
Everything in his company is down. Technical difficulties. But what did Mike do? He stoned for an hour or so, then went to the URL box and typed in
www.blogger.com and wrote something called a blog entry because he was really bored....
2/01/2005 09:32:00 AM
