CAM-araderie at LA

Good things come to those who wait.

Many an exasperated editor gave up on the possibility on the orange building ever hiring any single, male eye-candy for the chicks, and left for better-looking pastures. It would be unfair to say there were no single guys in the orange building, but the fact that no one remembered their existence, speaks for itself.

But as mentioned before, good things come to those who wait.

And so, one fine day, CAM-guy walked in through the glass doors of the orange building, and the definition of 'good looks' changed forever. Editors who had decided to stay on against all odds suddenly found a new reason to live.

Now he's not called CAM-guy because he's into photography, but because he's... errr... Cute and Ang Moh. And the best part about him is - he's so completely approachable that in spite of his drop-dead gorgeous looks, you don't feel attracted to him. Phew. It's a good thing because office romances always result in a minimum of one resignation.

He is what they call 'an interesting phenomenon', best viewed under bright light conditions at LA (Lorong AhSoo). Conversations with him can make your eyes rounder than table tennis balls (especially when he abuses in Mandarin, with a broad smile, no less) or leave you helpless with laughter.

Incident 1:
So we were all having lunch at LA, when this salesman walks up to our table and tries to sell us wallets.

CAM-guy calmly takes his wallet out.

"Whoa! Convinced so easily?" We wonder.

CAM-guy holds up his wallet and says to the salesman, "I have a wallet, you see. I don't need another one." and calmly puts it back in his pocket.

Whoa. We gape.

Incident II:

Once again, during lunch at LA, someone brought up the topic of how L was escorted out of the orange building.

Cam-guy could not withhold his excitement.

"She was escorted by the police??"

"Not police. Security."

"She went to P******." said someone.

"She went to PRISON????" he asked delightedly.

Helpless laughter at the lunch table.

Oh behaaave!

E-fairy II demonstrates the before and after of how a typically crazy orange editor should behave herself at the Marriot high tea, with respect to facial expression, posture, position of hands, and general 'look on the face'.

Before - A normal orange editor out for a late lunch with colleagues




















"Uncle, two char kway teow, ah!"




After - A 'lady' at the Marriot high tea




















"Excuse me, could I have some sugar to go with my tea, please? Thank you."

The Queen Bee

Plan 1:
To get the flower delivery guy to come into the office and surprise MN before we spring the rest of the presents on her.
Foiled! Because the flowers arrived 1.5hrs too early -- before everything was ready!

Plan 2:
To book a meeting room; get the cake, the card, the flowers, the presents and everyone inside; get Syed to call MN in for an urgent meeting with 'Management'; surprise her.
Foiled! Because all the meeting rooms were booked and apparently "meeting rooms are not meant for celebrations". Bah!

Plan 3:
To get Violet to call MN to collect "something" (the flowers) from the reception; meanwhile, everyone else gathers at her cubicle together with the card, cake and presents; while she's still puzzling over the "anonymously-sent" purple roses, we surprise her.
Success!

Purple roses ordered from our 'neighbour'

As seen with the competing bunch of white roses
sent by someone else earlier
(We think purple is the colour of the day: it's fit for royalty!)

The crowd gathered and sang the Happy Birthday song...

MN makes a wish

After which, she proceeds to attack the cake

... only to be foiled by a cry: "No, no don't touch the cake first. Open the card!"

"Okay, fine..."

"Coooool!"

Beaming with her very own special issue

Close-up of the cover

Inside the card

An Ode to the Queen?!?

"Now can I cut the cake?"

The first cut

Again, she was foiled by a familiar cry: "No, no, don't cut the cake! Open the presents before everyone eats the cake and leaves!"

"I want my cake!"

But she agreed, albeit reluctantly...

Opening the presents!

"What the?!"

More purple stuff: a body brush and shower gel
(Perfect for OT!)

Again, there was a similar package (white again!) sent by someone else
(We still believe purple is the colour for today ;P)

Cozy bedroom slippers:
perfect for paddling around the office... like MO??

All purpled and pinked with the shower set,
the purple flowers, the pink slippers and pink-and-purple towels!

"Can I cut my cake now??"

"Yeah!"

(True enough, the crowd started scattering once the cake was being distributed so we didn't manage to get a group shot.)

Later, at the Team MN photoshoot...

Hmm... but BB's in Taiwan on reservist!
What to do... what to do...

*Schemes*

Aha!

*Evil chuckles*

Tada! The almost-complete Team MN!

After the excitement:

The birthday girl finally gets to read her card :)

Another one bites the dust!

This is the story of a designer named Terrence
Yesterday what happened didn't seem to make any sense
What he said knocked the senses of Banana away
"This is Jamie." He said. "And tomorrow is my last day."

Final proof pondered - what could have gone wrong?
Finally, she figured it all out, it did not take long
'Cos Terrence was a very happy guy, he was no whiner
But you see, he was the official farewell card designer!

One fine day, while designing yet another farewell card
Realisation hit him on the head, and hit him rather hard
I'll spend my life here, designing cards every other day
But who's gonna design my farewell card when I go away?

Looking at the way things are, on the day I resign
My own farewell card, they're gonna ask me to design!
Before that embarrassment happens, I gotta get out of here
So before anyone can blink, I'm gonna disappear!

The Making of the Pillow Bride

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, lived a princess. As you can see, she was always in very 'high spirits'.

















Her 'highness' made herself and others laugh all the time.

















One fine day, she got too high and PLONK!

















Oh no! Maid of honour tried to wake her up.

















Phew! She's up!






















Is this my wedding dress?






















Yes yes, it is!






















I need support.






















Ah! This is nice!






















Okay, here's your veil.






















All okay?






















People, how do I look? And where's Westley?






















Who cares how you look? Yeah yeah you look fine. BT, my turn now!






















WHAT??!!