The pile of old newspaper

Before you think of me a sloppy idiot, let me just clarify this: things happen.

You never plan for it to happen, you never see them coming, you never thought that those stuff will ever happen to you. Things happen.

I, have a pile of old newspaper, slightly untidily, steadily making it's presence felt, not just to me, but now, as it is reaching a height closer to a metre, to others in the office as well.

This pile of old newspaper is not something I ever planned to built, nor did I ever expected it to grew up to this height, and it wasn't even a hobby of mine to collect them. It just happened.

I was trying to pull the issue that was lying at the bottomost (ugh, pardon my bad English) of the heap - just so I know when did this thing started (yeah, I was supposed to write that review on a Samsung handphone but...).

But a metre-in-height's worth of newspaper ain't that easy to lift. If I insist on pulling that particular issue at the pile's feet, the whole thing might just topple over.

And I didn't want that to happen - and this surprises me! Reservations over seeing the thing crumble, deconstructed, seems as if I have feelings for the pile! Why should I? It's just a pile of old newspaper produced by the co I work for!

Is it cause I have respect for the product? Naah... I remember how I used to enjoy sitting the thing when it was just three-quarters of a metre in height.

Come to think of it, I am beginning to remember why the pile became a pile in the first place: At one time I could not stand anymore hovering by the Ed, the Loudspeaker who sits opposite me and the Ah Beng who sits across the Loudspeaker - yup - they all simply love to hover around my desk when I blog and work.

It would still be tolerable if the reason they hover around like vultures over carcass is to talk to me, but most of the time they wanted to talk to my desk-neighbour! When I could no longer stand them talking to my neighbour and use my head as a mic from the 1940's, I began to lay a pile of old newspaper right between the partition behind my back and my desk.

And hey! My plan worked! The pile of old newspaper next to my chair protected me. And as it grew, it become more than just a protector.

It then became a spot where I get to put my drinks and food stuff on when my table's too messy. It became a spot to put on the gadgets I reviewed just so that I can see what they look like in "real situation" (I don't really know if you get what I mean, but suffice to say the pile did assume another role besides being a coffee table).

Aimie my office mate even thought it was cool that I'm cultivating a stool for her to sit on while we have our daily little chats (and when we were dissing about the Co it feels much better when one of us has our butt squashing on it too!).

And when it reached the height that was almost a metre in height, I love to sit on the thing more than Aimie. I began to sit on it more often - probably it was too tall for Aimie to climb on by then, but the fact that it now sways was more a reason than anything else.

Now, as this pile of old newspaper reached its one-metre height, looking just like the Petronas Twin Towers (cause there is a stack of old press kits about the same height right next to it), I'm beginning to enjoy the heap as an elaborate hand rest (except on the days I wear white though).

And here's the main dish - when I put my left arm on the pile, it gives me a warm feeling thinking that I had read the thing (ok, ok, I read only the nice parts) and it had been there to accompany while I work and blog and it had endured my 48kg weight and let me sway on the thing when I have nothing else to do...

Yep, I have grown fond of the thing - this pile of old newspaper I call friend. Looks like I'm going to let it stay there for quite some time before someone (most likely the big boss of the co) says it's time to part and make me do it.

Oops! If you read this entry up to this point, sorry for wastin' your precious time, precious! I'm just too lazy to write that review on that Samsung handphone and that Jin Xin (now call me branded but with this name can you really blame me for not being all excited to review the..) MP3 player!