Bye bye intern

Dear Suresh,

You are so weird. (“I know right” says Suresh who is sitting next to me). You are the only person who reads my blog, so I am writing this for you while you are sitting next to me doing work for me that I didn’t wanna do. You keep talking and talking and talking and I can’t concentrate on what you are saying or on what I am writing. From Farah Fauzana to Seelan Paul to Krappi Call to Malay music to call to Madrid. You won’t stop talking. It’s crazy. You are Media Man. You thought Hunny Madu was Chinese and referred to her as Yu En. Now it is quiet because we are listening to Prem on a rewind. Adam says I’m too mean to you and he doesn’t like it and I should stop. But he doesn’t understand the complexity of our relationship. You just said that Sulaiman is photogenic and some babies are downright ugly. That made me lol. See, Adam wouldn’t approve. He doesn’t understand awesome humour that involves ugly babies and fat people falling down. I dunno what else to write. I have a lunch date with someone I love. And I’m stuck writing this farewell love letter to an intern who’s only been here like 1 week. Do I still have to keep writing? This is like the longest post ever and it doesn’t even involve my children. My boobs hurt because I can’t pump because you are sitting in my pumping room talking non-stop. I think this is enough. Hurry up and graduate and come back and replace me. 

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu!

Lala.

Update:

Suresh is a poophead. You, Suresh, are a poophead. He thinks I am Adam’s older sister. He thinks Adam is 29. Which means he thinks I am 35. Screw you poophead. I’m 25. What else did you just say that pissed me off? You think I’m old you bastard. And for the record, Adam is NOT 29. Adam is also, damn bloody young. You little prick. Suresh, stop talking. You may speak to me through my blog. I take back all the good things I wrote about you. You are stupid. (Suresh laughed and said thank you and is laughing again while I write this). Please continue bugging Adam for the rest of your life. Make his as miserable as you have made mine. This is so surreal. Because Suresh is reading my letter to him as I write it and I am reading it out loud as I write it. I wanna go have lunch with my friend. You are poopy.