Times are bad. No... really... times are bad. This is obvious when you start seeing droves of employees leaving week after week. And this is really disturbing when you know that this will seriously affect those who're still around since it affects both morale and productivity.

However, with this many leaving, there have also been an influx of newbies foolish enough to sign aboard as well. These new dota creeps give a perverted sense of relief, which I'm pretty sure is some sort of weird placeabo effect. Anyways, I keep seeing new faces which I'm not familiar with filling the cubicles of the former fallen comrades gundams, and this isn't exactly the most reassuring feeling one can have.

But there is this one particular new creep, who sits just a few cubicles away from me, who's giving me the heebee jeebies. Now... everyone knows I live on coffee when I'm in the office. And that means I have to pass by the new creep's cubicle several times a day.

Funny thing is, everytime I pass by this dude, he'll whip his head towards my direction like he has a seizure or something and give me this look...

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I'm not kidding.

This is the exact same stare he gave me.

I thought I was just being perasan, so I decided not to give a second thought about it.

Next day, I had to pass by the dude's cube again to get my daily morning mug of Java.

Niama-eh... sekali lagi I kena the mata laser... lagi ganas this time.

I was like WTF??!?!?

Dunno why he insist on looking at me like I caught him redhanded searching for porn using the company broadband or something...

So, yet again... I buat selamba and just ignore the budak.

Yesterday, as I was going to the loo after a long meeting during the morning, so I had to take the same route again.

MADER... DIA MALI LAGI...

LAGI VENGENCE...

Mata terbeliak macam nambak hantu kum kum nari joget lambada dengan Datuk M. Daud Kilau...

I dunno la... I'm getting freaked out liao...

Someone pls tell me I'm paranoid... I damn sked gila beb...

Yiiiiiiiiieeeeeerrrr...