At The Office

Everyone has a secret.

Things that they don't share with certain groups of people for various reasons. Reasons that probably only they can understand. But hey, if they don't feel like sharing, then that's their prerogative mar.

I have a secret that I hide from most of my colleagues and bosses. It's not something terrible. But I just feel uncomfortable if they know that I write love stories and such. That secret is Book Project 2. And I'm afraid my cover was blown today.

It started when Jotay messaged me with this link. I was tickled pink to see my face (and that of Rapunzel's!) in today's daily. Told my fellow writers and some other friends about it.

My boss had an unread copy of The Star in his room and so I went to have a peek at that article. Nothing beats seeing your own face staring back at ya from a hardcopy. Yeah, I am a narcissist, so this is a typical narcissistic behavior :P

The minute I flipped to the page, I felt a little petrified. My face loomed even bigger on that page than the online version. I felt happy that my smile looked ok and that my eyes weren't half-shut or anything. But haiyo, if my boss happens to flip to that page, there was no way that he was going to miss my smiling face there.

During lunch, I got an sms from a friend and a call from my bezzie. Both were delighted to see my face on paper. Bezzie was esctatic to see half her body there, too - next to Rapunzel

By tea time, the colleague formerly known as Shark spotted me and announced it to those around our cubicle. I'm exposed! Aieeeee!!

Then he started 'grilling' me about what I was doing there. Initially I said that I was there because I was a busybody and had nothing better to do. Good thing it was The Sun and not The Star that interviewed me, so my blog wasn't featured there. Phew! But eventually, I told them briefly about the book launch and that answered their questions as to why I took a day off that day and what I normally do during my spare time.

The next thing I know, they'd probably stumble upon this blog and then I'll have nothing juicy to write about what goes on in the office anymore.

You guys better pray hard that this doesn't happen.

Maybe I should have a decoy site where I can use my real initials and write boring stuff there.

We'll see.

Sorry, no paparazzi, please. I mean it!

The thought I thought I thought
Was apparently not the thought
that I thought I thought

In deep thoughts...