pek chek

just so damn bloody pek chek by myself the whole day. that's y i have this urge to declare my pek chek-ism at this time of the day when i am supposed to be working.

sibeh pek chek ah!! can i not do something that requires me to plough through hundreds of microsoft excel cells worth of people's contact details? this is the kind of work that i have a phobia for because

1) details always escape me
2) my concentration wanders at 3 seconds' look of information bearing categories in the form of "name, address, designation, email addresses, etc"

bey song. very bey song.