The honeymoon is over

RC, MC editor by day, DJ and Pool shark by night, returns to the Orange building after a hot(and freezing) 2 week winter honeymoon in Europe. Welcome back RC, now get to work! :D

Looking fresh as an Edelweiss from all that clean crisp Swiss air (more like Kurt Cobain, actually, sporting that hip, scraggly, Grunge musician look)

RC went all the way to Switzerland and all we got was a bar of
the finest Swiss chocolates

No more eggs

The farewell booty - durian puffs, a duck-like chicken card, some colour pencils and a cake (handphone not included)

The "OMG I didn't expect something like this!" look

Followed by gleeful laughter

Reading the chicken card

She looks really happy :)

The hen and a giraffe, apparently

Opening the box of delightfully sinful durian puffs

Clearly durian isn't kryptonite to her :p

Random shot of NT, his cup and the half-eaten box of puffs

Durian Wars Part I: Attack of the Giant Puff, starring The Hen as Princess Leia and BH as Padme Amidala

Feasting

Durian Wars Part II: Return of the Puff. Boo Skywalker unleashes his powerful lightsaber to defend Leia and Padme

Leia and Padme chuckling at Boo's lightsaber. Apparently it's fizzed out. Never clean the pipes of the lightsaber properly?

Group shot without fake kryptonite

Kryptonite for the soul

NT's interpretation:

Cake: $5.00
Box of durians puffs: $10.00
Finding out that durian related products are like kryptonite to your boss: PRICELESS

The Triad Room

It's a small room, barely larger than the sensory deprivation chamber (read: cubicle) you spend half your life in. The walls are stained with bodily fluids and the floor is perpetually moist. It is the only place in Singapore where the air actually gives the impression of cigarette smoke, without there being any. It is the occassional secret lair of the 6 pack.

The proprietors of the room appear to be a anorexic auntie with faded red hair and smoke blackened teeth. Her partner (I hesitate to use the term 'husband' because the image of her with a man in a wedding photo refuses to visualise) is always smiling. Always. It's a smile I associate with drugs. They look like this: A fairly close resemblance, I think.

Can't get you outta my mind

NT - Can't get her off my mind!
The rest - AWwwwwww.....

;)

Baddie at the beach

Quotable quotes from baddie at the beach:

GK - But why must it be 8 am? Why can't it be 9 am???? It's a saturday!

RB - Hahahaha! Baddie at the beach? Never heard of it!

MN - So where's NT? Call him. I don't have his number.

GK - Errr... I don't have his number either. You mean you did not fix up a location when you finalised the plan?

MN - Errr... no. Yesterday wasn't exactly a planned or productive day. *sheepish look*

GK - What did you guys do?

MN - We err... kinda shopped a bit for FF... and then DK got hungry so we went for dinner and forgot that we hadn't really finished shopping, and then they kicked us out of the shop because it was closing time...

GK - Hmmm...

MN - Anyway. So how do we contact NT?

GK - Let's call ML and ask him for NT's number.

MN - Oh yeah, that way we can really check if he's awake and doing his church work!

GK - Or we can call BB.

MN - Oh yeah, BB should be up. He's the maid this weekend.

*NT is contacted, he reports to the venue, and play starts*

MN - Okay the shuttlecock's stuck in the tree.

GK - Where? Can you see it?

MN - There! I can see its 'ass'.

*MN throws small round object towards the tree, guys run helter-skelter*

GK - Wah liao! When you throw a stone into the tree, you must tell us first!

MN - It's NOT a stone! It's a seed! :/

*MN throws racquet into tree and retrieves shuttlecock*

*All play really badly*

MN - It's the trees man... the branches change the direction of the shuttle cock.

*All move to a treeless zone*

MN - It's too windy. We need the trees to block the wind.

NT - The sun is in my eye.

*All move to another zone*

NT - It's too bumpy.

GK - My place has a court where we can play.

*All proceed to court*

MN - Okay, let's kick some ass now.

NT - Oh. So that wasn't ass-kicking?

GK - Wah liao, MN you always hit my face on purpose one!

NT - MN, so how exactly do you hit the face like that?

MN - Oh you wanna play civil? FINE. Let's play civil! :/

NT - Oh now we're gonna play civil??

GK - We should have a net.

MN - I can be the net. I can stand there in the centre with my arms stretched out.

*NT makes a gesture - that of hitting MN's face with the racquet*

MN - Ummm... Maybe we should just buy a net.

*MN and NT keep hitting the shuttlecock after it bounces off the floor and play as if that's totally normal*

GK - What are you guys playing??

MN - Errr... tennis?

*GK tries underhanded tactics*

GK - MN, look! That guy at the basketball field looks just like a young EK!

MN - Oh yeah he does!

*MN misses shuttlecock due to the good-looking distraction*

GK - MN, you wanna play NT now?

MN - Ok can. Are you tired?

NT - Huh?? "GK, are you tired?"?? How about "NT, are you tired?" :/

*NT hits the shuttlecock high up. Thrice. In his own court*

MN - NT, stop playing with yourself!

NT - Errr.. that didn't quite sound right...

MN - Against! Against! I meant 'Stop playing against yourself!'

*NT clears leaves and sits down on the court*

GK - MN, you shagged him out man.

NT - This was good exercise.

GK - We should play more often.

MN - This is the best threesome ever.

The SM(pdg) project

The great and mighty MN, to the dismay and disappointment of the masses, announced her decision to relinquish the reins and ride off into the sunset. The men and womenfolk of the Orange could not stand back and watch this happen with arms folded. A cunning plan was hatched involving a mass resignation, mass suicide and a Bollywood performance (never thought that 'Bollywood' and 'mass suicide' would ever be in the same sentence).

And here you are witness to the......Seriously M*n*sh*, please don't go Project

A quiet office. All are hard at work and everything seems normal. That is, until, GK approaches...

"What is going on?", exclaims MN. Little does she know the tragedy that will soon befall everyone.

GK explains that everyone, unable to accept that MN will be deserting them, has resigned, giving 24 hours notice. Very soon all the Editors who know and love her will jump to their deaths from the Orange Building. Their ghosts will forever roam the grounds of the Orange Building, and haunt those who have resigned by stealing their pens and stet-ing their mark-ups in their manuscripts.

The MN groupies get ready to jump

"Oh my god! Let's go and save them, right NOW! I won't have Editor blood on my hands!" Somehow she seems rather amused at the fact that people are attempting suicide. This is no laughing matter, MN!!! :O

The kamikaze Editors, strolling to their doom, looking disturbingly serene and at peace.

NT: "Ladies first...so you go first!"
SNA: "I don't know to jump...you show me?"
NT: "!!!!!!"
SNA: "Pleeeassse?"
NT: "Sigh. Orrrrs. "

BB sends his final sms to his family. RB is too stricken by grief and can wait no longer; he climbs and prepares to plummet to his death.

The girls watch as RB's body falls to the ground with a dull, sickening thud. Blood splatters everywhere in a gory scene of Macbethan (Macbethic? Macbeth-like?) proportions.

Sure ladies, smile while attempting suicide, that'll make it more realistic :p

Buddha doesn't jump over the wall, he's sitting on it right now.

Mariah Carey, Stefanie Sun and Buddha coming to you, LIVE from The Orange!

MN reached the rooftop in the nick of time and managed to persuade the errant Editors not to jump. The Editors, realising the foolishness of their ways, surrounded MN and broke into a Bollywood dance, hoping that this last concerted (and well-rehearsed might I add) effort would sway MN's heart. It was a performance worthy of an Oscar. The icing on the cake was provided by The King himself, who presented MN with a bouquet of her favourite flowers. But was it enough to make her have a change of heart?


The King: "I'll give you these flowers if you stay. Whaddaya say?"
MN: "Erm....."

The King: "Hmm? I know you want 'em...c'mon...just say it...just say you'll stay..."
MN: "Haha...not even if you were holding that bouquet in hot pants and nothing else!"

The King: "Ah, crud. Just take 'em, you heartless woman."
MN thinks : "Phew! If he'd been just a littttttttle bit more persistent, I wouldn't have been able to resist him..."

Delivering the thank you speech

Still on that thank you speech

The King takes one last shot at making MN stay. "Hey...me in hot pants, holding that bouquet...c'mon, you know your life won't be complete without it!" MN's heart flutters and sways for a while....

But she remains strong to the end! MN stolidly rejects that final offer. The King goes "Bah!!" and looks away in disgust.

ML reaches in

"Cannot open leh, how?"

"Urrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh.....". MN uses her inner strength to pop the cork

Low budget wine tasting

ML studies the bottle. "Damn, I should have got the alcoholic one...", he thinks.

Cheers!

The pink gerberas

The future India PM and her entourage

A closer shot

Barbados on the rooftop

How come the tree got no coconut one?

The girls form their own Sixpack

What, no cameraphone in ML's hand? Shocking!

ML points to MN and MN points to ML

Ho ho ho...a couple of guys each with a bird. What, the first one no enough?

RB :"Of course no enough lah! This bird bigger than my other bird!".

Buddha shows everyone how it's done

Uncle BB looks very 'pinkish' in this photo

Crazy monkeys

Uncle BB says hi to the camera

Alas, despite the valiant efforts of everyone, MN still chooses to leave. Where else in the world can she find a bunch of people who would mass-resign, commit mass suicide and perform a
Bollywood number for her? That is a question only she can answer.

Cheers MN, you gotta do what you gotta do. All the best and may we all bump into one another at some other point in our lives!!