I don’t know why are there so many men’s magazine lying around in the designer room. Note that I only said men’s magazine and not, men’s fashion magazine. You know what kind I’m referring to lah.

So my Boss walked into the cramp room to speak to me, and there on top of this pile of books lies a copy of FHM.

I haven’t read it. I didn’t bought it. I didn’t even know know it was there.

And he was like, “Wah lao eh!” and quickly flipped over the magazine, hiding the cover page under.

Lao ban, bu yao jia jia lah. Not you buy then who buy one?!