THIS IS HOW BLOODY LOUSY SINGNET BROADBAND IS.

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i'VE BEEN TRYING TO DOWNLOAD SOME GAMES ONLINE AND UPLOAD BLOODY PICTURES FROM MY TRIP IN MALAYSIA BUT TILL NOW NOTHING HAS BEEN BLOODY ACCOMPLISHED BECAUSE MY INTERNET CONNECTION IS SO DAMN SLOW!

FUCKING HELL.

It doesn't pay to be nice sometimes.

Doesn't pay to be a bridesmaid who offers to help out for everything, even when sick. Even though all I wanted was for the bride to have a happy wedding, I didn't like it when the Bride's dad insisted on opening the bloody door when the 'bribe', red packets for the Bride's maids was only $88, it's not like the bride wasn't going to get married off in time anyway. WTF.

Didn't make me ( or the other sleeping bride's maids) feel any better when it was revealed that the groom had prepared up to a few hundred dollars of red packet money.

*Expletives*

I'd even dislocated my knee while posing for photos. Doesn't feel good when all I got was $17.60.

*Expletives*

But nevertheless, the wedding went on pretty smoothly. That's all that matters, right?

(Who am I kidding but myself. A little part of me still hates being underpaid for all that bloody effort put in.)

GAHs.

So my knee is swollen, I had to limp the whole day, and the lack of sleep from preparation for the wedding has aggravated my flu. ( Was infected with a bad bout of influenza from P when she cough-sneezed next to me last Monday.)

*sigh*

Doesn't make things easier for me tomorrow since the H.O.D will most probably black mark me for not reporting to her that I was on MC in time on Friday. I knocked out right after taking the medication and didn't text P about my MC cuz I was intending to return to work the next day.

*sigh*

Doubt I'll be able to hold onto this job after my contract ends next July.

I'll just revert back to my books and be all poor and miserable all over again. But at least I'll be doing a Degree instead of another Diploma. ( I hope.)

Maybe my new retail venture would take off a little more than my previous endeavour, and I won't even need to work for others anymore.

=D

I can only hope,wish and pray VERY hard.

Queen bitch is screaming again. Fortunately, my ears are so badly blocked, I can only hear incoherent screams. At least her insults won't bother me.

( I got home after watching New Moon, and found the floor and walls crawling with fucking ants! Had to spray every surface with insecticide and then mop up those dead fuckers with detergent. WTF.)

Apparently the Bitch isn't happy with the job done. When floor mopping isn't even my allocated task. Shorty doesn't even give a shit about the floor even though it's her job. All she fucking does all day is to sit in front of her bloody laptop and play Facebook games while asking for allowance every couple weeks. WTF.

I wish my life could be so slack. I HATE BUMMERS.

*sigh*

Sleepy time.

My fingers are so blistered from opening wine and champagne bottles.

I can barely bend my fingers.

It feels like I've just gone through an intensive individual fencing training without gloves on.

Those days were decidedly bittersweet, but like all old memories, they always seem better.

Christmas is another 24 days away. Audit Season is starting its bloody engine and I've been continuously bugged by the Boss for my IQC results for Formaldehyde.

*sigh*

The results did not come out as desired and so Corrective Action is in order.

Interesting samples have been trickling in, and I'm intrigued.

My favourite samples are still alcohol though. =p

Queen Bitch has been throwing bitch fits since the departure of Ana the Fat Maid. LOL.

I'm just sitting by and watching her go mad over the undone housework given to the Sisters.

I just make sure my crap is cleared daily. hah.

I've been busy helping out with Shirley's sister's wedding, which unfortunately is going to happen this SATURDAY, cuz she has SHITLOADS of PREPARATION to do.

Tomorrow will be another busy day.

Genrally, everyone is ashamed of me by association.

Whatever.

Depressive state sets in.

Past week has been relatively busy. With social events almost everyday.

Ana the Fat Maid left on Thursday.

I was left with the fucking laundry. I did as much as I could, as much as time allowed but I got fucking pissed off when Shorty refused to do her part and she was let off. The Father Figure did it for her instead.

WTF. I'm fucking angry and disappointed with The Tormentors, but what's new? I've lived with their biasedness for 21 years and there will only be more years of hell to come.

Saddened.

On a happier note, I was filmed on TV for just a couple seconds of screen time for some News Coverage last week, and they finally showed it last night. My Aunts saw me on TV. They texted me while I was busy doing make up for my company's Dinner and Dance.

Here's the badly filmed video if you're interested:




You'll see Shorty with her stupid green blanky and the voice of the Queen Bitch.

Dinner and Dance was pretty fun, with just a handful of us dressing up. But the handful took effort and we all looked really good. I'll post the pictures up when I finally get my hands on the pictures.

We got nominated for Best Dressed, of course, and we each got a cute white teddy bear.

The winner was a gay Indian Clerk and an aunty dressed in gawdy Arabian Nights costumes cuz we had to do a sing and dance which, sadly, I wasn't prepared for. Since when did the best dressed had to perform to get the prize? Pfft.

Fucking Stupid. It defeats the purpose of being the best dressed. Practically anyone with a fucking costume could be nominated then! And all they had to do was to do some fucking stupid dance to get the prize. Geez.

I pity those who bought a full set of costume.

On the way home after a fun night!

After Make up, before Hair.

At least the door gift was nice. A bear alarm cum USB multi port. Freaking cute.

The Bear Enjoys being Tied up and Poked.

The host for the night was pretty funny, and he took turns to interact with each of us.

MC: Do you know why you can never go into the Frozen Sections of supermarkets?

Me: No. Why?

MC: Because you're dressed so hot today you'll melt the whole Frozen Section!

ROFL.

Celebrated M's birthday with A and friends at Clark Quay after DnD and got her so tipsy I felt bad. LOL.

A got her home safely, I think.

Got home and managed to remove all 20++ pins in my hair, make up, and contact lenses.

I couldn't seem to wash out the hair spray in my hair though. LOL. Yvonne emptied like half a bottle of it on my hair and I smelt like J.A Hair Spray the whole damned night! Ugh.

Stupid girl.

Better off dead.

Inflammation sets in.

I don't know / don't wish to dress this cut.

I DID SOMETHING FUCKING STUPID.

I CUT MY WRIST 12 TIMES BUT NONE OF THE KNIVES AND SCISSORS WERE SHARP ENOUGH TO DRAW MUCH BLOOD.

FUCK.

A screw came loose.

HELLA-WEEN!!

On Saturday, I thought my Halloween was ruined.

Until Monish texted to say he will still make it for Halloween.

We met up with his posse at Cafe Iguana in Clark Quay to knock some back and celebrate this-guy-whose-name-I-forgot-but-this-is-the-second-year-we've-celebrated-Halloween-together's Birthday before heading off to Dbl O!

ROFL.

Knocked back shots like there was no tomorrow at Dbl O! Bumped (literally) into Reuben and a bunch of other PRCS peeps whose names I totally forgot. (SORRY!) while on the dance floor.

Grind grind dance dance.
(You know how it's like in a club. You don't expect people to do the Waltz.)

Knocked back more shots!!

Danced till 4am, headed back to Clark Quay, and tried to get a cab. Waited till 5am, texted David, because we'd agreed to meet up at Butter by hook or by crook when he came down to borrow my old lab coat as his costume.

(The lab coat is still with him. LOL.)

By the time I'd gotten myself a cab, he was still waiting for his cab at Tanjong Pagar, around Play!

=.=

Went over to pick him and Horny Boy (literally, because his costumes were full of HORNS) up before heading to Butter Factory.

By then it was 5 30am.

Went in anyway, because his belongings were at the counter and Horny Boy had to return his loaned costume. LOL.

Shared a glass before I decided to order a Flaming Lambourghini to end the day right. It was also relatively safe then to have a flaming drink because there was no jostling crowds or drunk fucks.

=D

Sat by the bridge till early morning before hailing a cab home.

Lost my pirate hat on the cab, I think.

We were so tired we just snoozed all the way home...

(I'll add in the pictures once all of them has uploaded the pictures on Facebook.)

P.S: E.T saw me on the train this morning, when I wasn't at my most alert. Heck, I could barely make conversation or think. But from my observation, I wonder if he has gone PALER. Perhaps from vomitting too much blood?

Fucked up Halloween with bad weather and no friends to go out with. There were many plans but all were cancelled.

Screwed Halloween

I don't blog often anymore, because I was never a blogspot blogger to begin with. Uploading pictures are a hassle and I'm just not mad about Blogspot.

I've yet to find a blogskin that I like.

I want a new camera, because the festive season is near, and social events are aplenty!

Alas, $300 - $500 for a gadget is too much for me.

And I might get to lazy bringing it around and end up not using it in the end. Which also explains why I do not own any MP3 players.

I'm too lazy to download new music into it.

Sian.

WORK has been boring. Auditing period is round the corner and our panties are all bunched up about it.

(Panties, because the lab is all female except for 2 men of which one could be considered Ah Kuah.)

I've a bunch of paper work to fill in cuz I'm new. Though eager to clear the paper work, I've no idea how to go about it.

I NEED THE S.O.P. !

Someone give me!

*sigh*

I CAN'T WAIT TO GO OUT WITH W.Q. TOMORROW!

I MISS HIM!!

The only guy (excluding ex boyfriends) I've ran to for a cry in the middle of the night. LOL.

Awkward, I suppose, in his position, but nonetheless he tries his best!

*ADVERT: WQ IS A VERY GOOD GUY!*

*I've yet to receive photos from Pauline's wedding. I dare say I looked pretty Trannylicious! LOL.

I was handed the bouquet at the wedding. I didn't even need to runa fter it or whatever. No reflex action was even required.
But that apparently freaked the Queen Bitch out.

HAHA!

The Queen Bitch is at it again, trying to cause a rift between me and my relatives, spreading stupid rumours and gossiping about me to them, putting words I've never said (rather, words that SHE SAID.) into my mouth, using me as the bloody scapegoat while I was out celebrating the lantern festival with the dear cousins.

The triple Ks are no longer considered dear considering how rude they are to me.

We had bonfires and made hearts with candles. Celebration with tradition is slowly dying.

No longer do you see kids running around with lanterns in their hands anymore.

Tragedy.

I was given a bunch of chocolate from the office, cuz no one wanted the chocolates Jaya gave. Nobody likes him.

I brought it home in a bag and stuffed my lab coat in the bag as well.

The fucking lazy maid then THREW the entire plastic bag INTO THE WASHING MACHINE.

She didn't even bother removing the lab coat from the plastic bag, nor soak it seperately from the other laundry when I've told her a MILLION times that LAB COATS are EXTREMELY DIRTY.

WTF.

Thank God I was quick to realise from the sudden throttle of the washing machine that her sloth would propel her to spoil and destroy good things.

Pfft.

Anyway, I've finally felt a sense of achievement from work.

I've managed to shorten a 3 day work process into 24 hours for urgent samples!

Food samples are not like petrol. Where simple dilution with kerosene would suffice. Food requires additional and tedious steps of digestion to disintegrate the samples into acid solutions before dilution.

Usually, it would've taken up to 3 days for the full process of Heavy Metals Analysis.

I'm so glad I made it within 24 hours.

=D

Boss treated C&CC and DR lab to Kushin Bo for lunch today!

The total bill came up to $500, I think.

The food was good, and I was so bloated I still don't have room for dinner.

The only way out is death.

An IMMENSE ache in the bones; cancer eating me up inside.

Justin is an ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE.

Our lab just won GOLD for this year's WITS.

I'm so depressed inside.

I'm upset with no one to turn to. How fucking pathetic is that?

And I thought a BOYFRIEND was supposed to be that confidante. How wrong!

This 'BOYFRIEND' apparently does none of it. Rather, he adds to the problem.

I don't need such an asshole in my life.

Work was a killer today. The whole team was AWOL and MIA.

I was the only person left on the team.

Left with the task of clearing the shitload of work piled up from the long weekend, I slogged my fat ass off and barely had 5 mins for lunch.

Practically poured hot porridge (my lunch) down my throat while choking out tears because it was so damn fucking hot.

There wasn't enough time for me to transfer any of the digested samples for dilution. So in 8 hours' time I'll be breaking my wrist, cranking open bloody plastic blocks and inhaling coupious amount of acid fumes.

My hair will reek of acid once again.

I was really tempted to bang my head against the wall calculating the elusive concentration for Silicon for the sample's spike.

God I hate calculation!

I just hope tomorrow would be a better day.

A Zebra will never shed it's strips.

A Zebra's strips will never shed, nor will a leapard become a pussy cat.

The Zebra will always be the Zebra. It'll never become a White Horse.

Perhaps it is time that girls realise that a White Horse has to be bred. And no amount of alteration of training will make the Zebra, a White Stallion.

I should probably stop dreaming of a knight in shining armour to appear from the pauper. The pauper who refuses to stop betting, throwing everything he has to chance and luck.

I suppose a pauper IS a pauper for a reason.

He just can't get rich from all that chancing.

A reminder to self.

I baked pies again this afternoon, and the outcome was fantastic.

I added some extra raisins, and used the pastry without chilling 'overnight' which, I discovered, just dries the pastry skin up.

Tomorrow I shall attempt to make some oatmeal cookies.

It was revealed that J never really cared if I broke up with him or not. I suppose he always assumed right that I would always go back to him if he begged or asked to make up.

I guess it is time that I mean what I say and just move on.

I need some fresh air anyway, I suppose.

Stress baking.

The Queen Bitch is at it again, threatening to break me life up.

Obviously, it just signals her boredom and her need for Drama.

I, Quinsy, aka, the Evil Nyonya, must find ways to break this chain of evil bitchiness.

Thus I plotted late into the night while baking Muffins and Fairy Cakes.

This morning, while baking my Apple-Pear Pie, it dawned on me that the easiest way to accelerate her going away is to dose the pie with too much sugar to make her diabetes sky rocket.

I did.

*Evil Laugher*

DIE, BITCH, DIE!

I must say, though, that my pie, IS extremely delicious.

I shall look up for more recepies.

P.S: Went to Nat's house for soccer match last midnight, Manchester United vs Tottenham Hotspurs.

Needless to say, the red devils won 3-1.

That's why I support Man U. I don't support losers.

P.P.S: Work has been relatively fucking stressful. A meeting on Friday and some nuances from the manager hinted at my inaptness.

I felt very deflated after that.

Perhaps they find me not diligent enough, though I've been trying my best. I'm just not good at all this chemistry crap.

*sigh*

Take me AWAY!

VERY UPSET.

BAKING A PIE.

Should I have a pet for the Lab??

Work has been good so far.

And the Manager recently suggested that I should have a pet for the office. Though that sounded like an interesting idea, since she has a crab and a fish in a tank too, but I don't think it's wise to 'make myself at home' at such an early stage since I've technically been there for less than three months!

*Sigh*

I don't really know how to take care of a pet in the office when I'm so busy these days in the lab what with that bloody Director's request to cut down testing time. Pfft.

YES, THE ONE ON TV ABOUT H1N1 PIGS!

Ughness.

I've been doing some thinking and researching about Office Pet Policies and apparently if the company seems alright with it, it shouldn't be a problem.

But leaving the pet alone on weekends becomes a concern.

>_<

List of possible pets/plants for the office:

1.Ant farm.
2.Guppies.
3.Fighting Fish.
4.Hamsters (but they'll smell.)
5.Sea Monkeys. (But they sometime freak me out.)
6.Venus Fly trap. (But will it be bad for FengShui?)
7.Air Plants.
8.Plants in a bottle.

Can't possible rear a rabbit or dog on my desk anyway. LOL.

GAH!

Anger management.

My fuse is getting shorter and shorter.

I'm unhappy.

Feels pressured for God damned reasons.

I've just about had it with the situation at home.

Fucking Shorty is becoming more and more like the Queen Bitch and I'm getting really pissed off with her entire attitude.

She's one big fucking bitch like her.

Except she's short, boobless and recently, FAT while the Queen Bitch is boobless and diabetically skinny.

Went shopping today with him and bought TWO leather belts for $50!

Fucking loved it cuz I FINALLY BOUGHT MY WHISKEY BOTTLE BELT!

I love Rock n Roll.

>_<

=D

And that was the only thing worth being happy. The rest of the time was spent wandering around the malls and buying pastries to eat while I stare resentfully at clothes I'll never be able to fit in.

*sigh*

How the China Ladies Cha Cha.

Went to church today, cuz I had new clothes to wear!

Wore the Zara Dress which I bought last week, and I felt freaking pretty!

He said so, and I think it was true! LOL.

Anyway, we, the cell group of 223, went for dinner after service at Marine Parade's Botak Jones. Spent about $30 on food (I'm amazed at my ability to spend so much on expensive food even though we were at a KOPITIAM.) Geez.

Anyway, we went our seperate ways after dinner where J et moi went to Sam's pet & Aquarium!

I SAW THIS REALLY FREAKING CUTE RABBIT AND I REALLY WANTED TO GET IT, BUT THEN I COULDN'T CUZ THE HOUSE IS FILLED WITH ANIMAL PSYCHOPATHS.

*sigh.*

His parents won't let him have it either cuz the yucky brother already has smelly hamsters in the house.

*Le sigh*


Headed down with his parents to Arab Street and then to Geylang Serai to walk along the Pasar Malams (night markets), and soaked in the atmosphere of smelly armpits, humid heat and oily fumes from the cooked food stalls.


Saw China Whore parading their wares along the streets nearby, blatantly trying to make those innocent Muslim men sin. TSK.

They were strutting their stuff along City Plaza too where the car was parked.


Waiting for the lift to the parking lot took too fucking long (literally) and we had to take a different lift up at the other end of the building instead.


Ended up on the fifth floor of the building where a KTV Lounge was, filled with old men and their Cheena 'dance partners'. LOL.

Coincedentally, an old men with his young, cheena dance partner came out of the above mentioned jammed lift, sweaty and breathless from their apparent "Cha Cha" in the lift.

pfft.

Said Old Man's drunk friend had shouted across " 为什么在电梯那么久？" (Why did you take so long in the lift?).

LOL.

Apparently the China Dance Partner not only danced the Cha Cha in the lounge, they Cha Cha-ed into the lift and hotels too. LOL.

No wonder they say we shouldn't look down on China Ladies along Geylang area, cuz they're very helpful!

1. They boost immigrant numbers.
2. Talk to lonely senior citizens in coffeeshops.
3. Keeps senior citizens active through HEALTHY sports like Cha Cha, Rumba and Salsa.
4. Help senior citizens cross the roads along busy roads like Joo Chiat and Geylang; hold their hands too.
5. Keeps Bangla workers busy with weekend activities instead of getting drunk and groping others.

LOL!

I'M SO FUCKING STRESSED OUT I WISH THEY WOULD JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.

SHIT MAN. WHAT THE FUCK MUST I DO TO GET SOME FUCKING PEACE...

I'VE JUST FUCKING STARTED WORK AND SUDDENLY I'M SUPPOSED TO PAY EVERY MONTH, GET A LOAN FROM YOU JUST SO THAT I CAN STUDY FUCKING COURSES THAT I'M NOT INTERESTED IN FOR ANOTHER FOUR FUCKING YEARS?!

GEEZ MAN, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

I'M BARELY USED TO WORKING IN A THAT FUCKING CEMETRY AND SUDDENLY I HAVE TO DO PART TIME JOBS TOO?!?!

FUCK YOU!
I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING WORK HORSE.

SHOPPING!!!

I was supposed to go to church today but I skipped it since I couldn't find any proper clothes to wear that would fit me.

Got so fucking fed up by the criticisms and sarcasm of the BITCHES at home, I had to get out of the fucking house.

Went shopping with Justin instead at ION Orchard, Takashimaya and Wisma Atria.

Bought a pair of jeans at New Look in ION ORCHARD for $59.90, Shorts from Cotton On in Wisma Atria at two for $30.
AND! Two skirts and a Dress from Takashimaya's ZARA for $29.90 and $39.90 respectively!!


It felt fucking good when all the pieces I chose fitted me! WOOHOO~!

BUT KNNCCB, THE FUCKING QUEEN BITCH SLAPPED AND SWITCHED MY ELECTRICITY OFF ME WHEN SHE SAW MY SHOPPING BECAUSE SHE WASN'T HAPPY THE MONEY WASN'T IN HER WALLET.

KNN.

FUCK HER.

She insults me, makes me feel like the worst fuck ever, bordering on depression, and when I do something to make myself happy again, she tries all she can to make me go down.

I don't have such a bitch for a mother.

Little wonder why even the Father Figure doesn't want to fuck her.

I bet her pussy's full of snakes.

Medusa Pussied!

LOL.

P.S: I saw Sean today while waiting for the bus at the bus stop! He was with this really fat chick, which I assume is either his current girlfriend or a recently broken up girlfriend. LOL.
We smiled and acknowledged each other, and I wish him the best of luck with whatever he is doing now. Hell, even if one day fate allows, we might even meet up for drinks and chit chat!

=D

!!!

V Biotene never made it through his probation.

=D

I felt so happy upon his downfall that I couldn't help grinning the whole morning!

Even the accidental spilling of a WHOLE BOTTLE of Barium standard solution on my jeans couldn't dampen my mood!

>_<

Went out with PY for dinner at Brewerks today! She ordered a Toffee and Coffee flavoured beer while I ordered my favourite FruitBrew!

We shared a Calzone and Black Bottom Pie and she switched beer with me cuz she didn't like the bitterness of Coffee.

=D

But the Toffee & Coffee Beer went pretty well with dessert!!

OOoh, I'm so in love with their beer, I brought two bottles home!

Yes! You can order them tasty beer to take away!!!

Sadly, FruitBrew wasn't one of them. DAMN!

We had such a great time! And I think we'll come again and I'll bring W.Q along! Just so the three of us could enjoy good beer together!

=D

=D

=D

SO HAPPY!!!

Mood SWINGS~

I love him now but I don't know if I will love him forever.

I'm severely confused.

I saw Flavia the other day. I suspect she's studying in SP now or maybe some University.

*Buay Song*

I can't help but feel indignant that someone who was in the Normal Academia to be studying in a University now. Even though I wasn't the best in class, and was almost always at the bottom in 3/6, I don't think I'm THAT stupid to be unfit for a Degree.

Then again, I know very well myself that I'm a lazy, procrastinating fuck who will never do my assignments on time unless it interests me and I will never be able to finance my own studies without a loan.

I've just started full time work and will never be able to afford a Degree programme right now either.

Pfft.

Anyway, today was the dialogue with the CEO. It was pretty lame and I think she was pushing for email addresses for everyone. LOL.

Oh well.

Many interesting things to share but I have no idea which is classified.

I wish one day I marry someone super fucking filthy rich who loves me very much and allows me to stay home and be a Tai Tai.

LOL.

I wanted the Duckie and he bought it for me.

=D

Drank wine in the lab. They were sent in for testing. LOL.

I love my job.

I want that platypus.

I keep trying to break up with Justin and he just refuses to accept the fact that I really do want to break up. He brushes it aside and pretends that nothing was said.

He doesn't respect me for who I am. Or maybe he's just in denial. I don't know which is which. But I do feel pretty damn fed up about it.

He doesn't like the church that I go to, he's bloody against it. Because everytime I go through a Bible Study class (B.S.c.), I feel that he's just not the one for me.

He's just my constant companion when I need one but I don't feel in love.

I don't know how it feels like, but I'm sure that isn't how it should be.

One shouldn't feel so miserable with someone he/she loves.

BOOOOoooooRRRRRiiiinnnngggggggggggggg

Working in the lab is fucking boring when there's so much to learn and I'm so fucking new to the point where when there's no supervision, I'm completely LOST.

DAMN IT.

Supervisor had to take the half day off and I was left stranded in the damn lab. Everyone had a place to hide, something to do while I was so damn free, I literally begged for some work to do.

Pfft.

Tomorrow will be another day without supervision.

*TV commentator voice*

Another episode of LOST.

My thighs were burnt by acid yesterday, and now my thighs are scarred.

Save me!!

With Beer, Olives and Pizza...

I don't know how the hell am I EVER going to get well now.

It's almost a month since I last started getting Flu-ey.

Since Thursday night I've been having the diahorrea.

I suspect it must've been the expired milk the maid kept in the fridge for God knows what reason OR the samples the lab assistants have been keeping in the pantry to eat.

=.=!!

Yesterday was rather eventful. The Mental Aunt came by to stay over at East Vale, and in the short 15 minutes of her arrival, managed to rile Shorty the Oyster.

She shouted, flipped the marble dinning table (Strong! For such a short fart.) and spilt lunch all over the M.A.

The Q.B did nothing, of course, because Shorty is, afterall her treasured Oyster. But The F.F. said something that made her feel guilty for her biasedness, so she screamed and threatened to whoop the Shorty's ass. LOL.

Of course it was all for show for her reaction was so slow, Shorty had by then locked herself in her room with a huge slam.

The plot gets FUNNIER.

After an hour of shouting and screaming, Shorty tried to open up her door.

Alas! HER DOOR JAMMED.

She had been slamming her door so often that the door lock had jammed and hairline cracks slowly surface in the past months.

She then threw the NEW printer against the door along with an IKEA office chair.

Good Game.

I tried to help her unjam the door knob by giving her explicit instructions, but apparently her head is too thick and stupid (despite her ongoing education in NUS Eng) to figure out how to do it.

I gave up and got the F.F to call the lock smith to crack it open with a spanner instead.

Paid a Bangla worker $35 bucks just to break the door knob with a hammer.

When all else fails, brute force and money works. O.o

The M.A, Chipped Sapphire, Tormentors et moi went to Courts for a spot of shopping and then to Changi Village to look at the Flea Market and dinner.

I didn't buy anything cuz protests were everywhere when I wanted to buy a $18 pirated Ed Hardy belt.

I wasn't in the mood for bargaining. Sigh. So when met with resistance, I chose to keep my money in my wallet instead.

Slept over at East Vale, and it felt good sleeping in my old room with my own privacy again.

Tapped someone's internet and played FB games while watching Harold & Kumar. Part 1 and 2.

P.S.: I have no idea why some people like Beer with Ice. Ice totally spoils the beer's flavour and it ends up tasting like piss. YUCK.

Third week. The cough, phlegm and flu is still around.

Fucking Polyclinic is useless, I tell you. Their doctors are only good at wasting patient's time waiting while they chat and play away on Facebook.

The Polyclinic should really consider removing Internet access for doctors to increase their work efficiency. UGH.

First week of work so far has been good.

Other than the fact that I was late on the first day of work due to pick up point mix up. The bloody HR told me that the pick up point was at Choa Chu Kang when there was another nearer pick up point at Jurong East.

I ended up waiting for the company bus at the wrong location and looked out for the wrong bus because the chartered bus was NEVER COMFORT.

It was some ratty school bus instead. Pfft.

Anyway, the people in the lab are nice, and apparently they were apprehensive about my hire because I'm THE youngest in the WHOLE building, very much in experienced and lives the FURTHEST.

LOL. But I told my Team Leader not to worry because I'm willing to tough it out.

=p

I'm loving the challenges right now.

ugh. i cant blog cuz blogspot is fucked.

Even when I'm sick, he couldn't stop fighting.

There's a limit to everything and if he can't give in, nor afford to do anything about it to make things better, there's just no point in dragging.

This whole relationship is finally over and I'm TIRED.

All along he was just using me to push himself to get a degree, and now that he's on his way to getting it, there's no use for me to be around anymore.

I'm better off single anyway, with this lousy family behind me, there's no way a guy will have it easy. And honestly, I think SG guys are just not equipped to handle this kind of situation at all.

So let's hear the Single Mingler's Jingle!

Idon'tknowhowtolove.

Sick and tired.

I'm so fucking sick and sickened by the fucking useless maid at home.

The whole damn house has no more food and all she can do is to sit on her fucking fat arse the whole day and play with her fucking phone or yak on it.

She doesn't bother to stock up, and she doesn't bother to cook anything when there's no food to eat either.

*EXPLETIVES*

Yesterday I had to cook pasta to feed myself and today was just a bowl of store bought porridge that had NO taste.

UGH.

I've got no appetite but I'm getting sicker just by seeing that fat fuck lying around the house.

knnccbWTFbbqomg.

Nary a wink of sleep.

The cough got worse and I vomitted my dinner last night.

I was coughing so hard, I barely got to sleep.

Gulping the medication didn't seem to help either.

I was coughing so badly, I could feel my lungs squeeze so hard it collapsed like a compressed hot water bag.



The coughing not only made sleep difficult, I was sweating buckets from the effort as well.

I'm currently spitting blood laced phlegm and hacking away.

DAMN!

I totally blabbered.

Today was my last day and even though I had a 3 day MC for a terrible infection, I had no choice but to drag my ass to work because MCs apparently don't count when it's your last day at work when "Exit Clearence" has to be done.

Damn.

So I was at work with Arfah the ex Suria actress sharing my soon to be ex-work station the whole time, happily kneeling on my office chair and twirling in circles while cracking jokes in the office with Joyce and sending prank emails to Shirley because she IS that BLUR. LOL.

I wrote a short 'Job Advertisement' for a TAI TAI specially for her since she loves facials, shopping and Mahjong too much. LOL.

I sent it to her using her BF's number, and she was blur enough to actually DIAL the numbers before the BF's number popped up!

ROFL.

I'm gonna miss those times!

>_<

Then around 2pm Suria was asked into the office for an update on her progress. (She's afraid of making phone calls because she used to have a Personal Assistant to do that for her, I think.)

I don't think she'll make past the first month in the office becasue of that. Handling calls IS one of the requirements of this job afterall.

The TM asked for some feedbacks before I leave, and I told him almost everything everyone has been complaining about. He wanted feedbacks and I guess he got some.

Guess someone will be fired soon.

It was revealed that Kenneth the V Biotene, has no leadership and is better off doing other things. LOL.

Ihearditand I CONCUR!

Whoo~!

Anymore coughing and I'm going to start spitting blood.

Pfft.

Flu-ish.

Last Tuesday I couldn't stop coughing, and so went to the Polyclinic for some cough syrup and flu pills.

Last Friday the cough did not abate and I started to have a really bad headache.

Today, I'm sneezing, with a nose on the run, a heavy metal band playing in my head, dry cough that got me coughing so hard my whole damn face turned red, AND sore throat.

I feel like I'm swallowing sand.

Fuck.

Now all I need are some muscle aches and a fever to be positively H1N1.

DKSH!

So the irritating Bernard got injured.

And the ex OP exec died.

Just too bad she thought that God's words were unbelievable.

Life is a vicious cycle.

What's love?

Quinsy is too lazy to blog updates due to her rapidly increasing addiction to stupid facebook games.
Although the games takes too long to load and often, due to the lousy Singtel Mio she subscribes to, fails to load and thus need to RELOAD.

It is amazing how much a stupid game addiction can derail one's lifestyle.

Actually it isn't just one. It's *counts* RC,FT,FV,BB,MW,PS... six ++ games.

How do I manage?

By simply opening six different tabs in a single window!

>_<

Recently attended the Micheal Jackson Tribute event by Gold 90 FM with Jaclyn.

The Indians impersonating Micheal Jackson wasn't that great though we got to watch Micheal Jackson MTVs (we could've stayed home to watch them on YouTube), and see this DJ destroy Micheal Jackson's Billie Jean... literally.

YUCKS.

R.I.P Micheal.

Iwuvschew.

95 new cases of H1N1 today.

That's what I heard anyway.

It's a good thing I cab everyday to work and back, minimising all risks of infection.

ROFL.

cabbinghabitjustified.

We'd made plans and had reserved a table in Butter Factory earlier in the week. But as the news of infection within Butter Factory and other places broke out, we decided to cancel our table and postpone my farewell party.

Had a small dinner with Joyce and Wendy instead at The Central's Mr Curry!

Ilovethefood!

Now I'm FATTER.

I can't make myself pretend that everything is ok.

T_T

A piece of me is gone...

Suddenly I'm just helplessly lonely and alone.

He was the one.

The Queen Bitch tried to evict me once again.

She tried to smash my head with my piggy bank and emptied all my savings.

WTF.

I'm so sick and tired of her craziness.

JUSTIN FINALLY BOUGHT ME THE BRAUN BUFFEL 1887!!

<3

WENT FOR MEDICAL CHECK UP AND SIGNING OF EMPLOYMENT LETTER ON FRIDAY, AND IT TOOK THE HR GUY 2 HOURS + TO BRIEF THROUGH ALL THE LITTLE PARTS OF THE CONTRACT.

WTF.

THE MEDICAL CHECK UP AT TANJONG PAGAR COMPLEX'S ONE STOP MEDICAL WAS DISGUSTING. THEY DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A PROPER CLINIC TOILET TO PEE IN FOR THE URINE TEST. I HAD TO GO TO THE PUBLIC LOO WHICH WAS SO DIRTY I COULDN'T BREATHE.

*SHUDDERS*

THE X RAY MACHINE WAS DIRTY, AND LIZARD SHIT WAS STUCK IN CREVICES AND WALLS.

THE BED USED FOR BODY INSPECTION HAD WAS DIRTY AS WELL, AND BROWN, FOREIGN SUBSTANCES WERE STAINED ON IT.

*SHUDDERS*

THE OLD MAN WHO DID THE BLOOD TESTING DIDN'T SEEM PROFESSIONAL FOR HE WORE A TORN PLASTIC KITCHEN APRON WITH MONKEY PATTERNS ON IT, AND FAILED TO DRAW BLOOD ACCURATELY THE FIRST TIME.

HE DREW OUT AIR INSTEAD. I SAW MY POOR VEIN TURN WHITE. HE TRIED TO DRAW BLOOD FROM THE BACK OF MY HANDS BUT I REFUSED AND TOLD HIM TO DRAW FROM MY LEFT ARM INSTEAD.

THAT OLD FART STABBED INTO MY VEINS WHILE I PRAYED FOR BLOOD. LOL.
HE DREW A SYRINGE OF BLOOD. WHEN HE WITHDREW THE NEEDLE, BLOOD SQUIRTED. OMG.

I LITERALLY SAW STARS.

FELT FAINT. BUT WAS STABLE ENOUGH TO STUMBLE OUT OF THE CLINIC.

I FELT SO DIRTY AFTER THE EXPERIENCE THAT WHEN I GOT TO GO HOME AFTER FINISHING Y HALF DAY'S WORK, I SCRUBBED MYSELF DOWN.

URGH!!!

I FEEL DIRTIED AT THE THOUGHT OF THE EXPERIENCE. EEEKS.

>_<

BAD MUSSELS, BAD, BAD, MUSSELS!

I tendered my resignation on Monday, but it was held back by the Temporary Manager (TM) who was taking over Nic the Quitting Manager (QM).

Though I'd addressed the letter of resignation to QM, by passing K, the V-Biotene dog breathe, the TM refused to let it rest and insisted on taking over the task of deciding on my love letter's fate.

-.-!

Perhaps he was afraid of being tasked with the job of looking for a new candidate, he refused to let me resign, and tortured my mind with a very, very long one on one talk where he literally tried to sell the whole company to me.

I was temporarily swayed ( for a day), until yesterday morning when the Earth shaking news of came: THREE MANAGERS were sacked, because the Healthcare department was not making enough money. In fact, the HEC has been in the red for MANY years.

The news jolted me a little and I was more convinced of quitting. And since the TM was not going to let me go anytime soon, I went back to the QM and told him I was really determined to quit.

Sales talk can't stop me from moving on.

The TM didn't even bother increasing my pay so there really wasn't much point in staying.
(I later found out that the company couldn't afford to anyway.)

So the QM took the love letter, and put it through to HR.

Now I've officially resigned.

I had to somehow celebrate, right?

So I met up with Aunty Sindy for dinner and some shopping, where she bought a pair of shoes for her coming D&D, and then we went for dinner at Illuma's Empire State.

The food was nice, except for the bad mussels served. The lack of freshness of the mussels were masked with shit loads of cheese and seasoning, which explained why I could finish the whole lot of it without feeling weird until I started drinking loads of water, realising that my breathe smelt like dead mussels.

YUCK.

Not soon after I started vomiting, yada yada yada... and here I am.

Went to the bloody polyclinic, where today's patients were largely FLU patients. I thought if I declared myself non- flu, I would get a faster service.

BUT I WAS WRONG. I sat at the clinic and waited for almost an hour before the doctor unlocked his room to allow me in. WTF.

And when I stared at his screen (I thought he was having some tryst with a patient or something, to lock his room and take forever!), I saw a window with FACEBOOK-HOME.

WTF.

YOU'RE A DOCTOR, TASKED WITH THE IMPORTANT TASK OF TREATING PATIENTS!! But instead, he was locking himself in his cubicle playing facebook?!

TSK!

Anyway, I shall search his name out and add him if possible. He looked kinda young.

TSK!!

AVA has accepted me.

What else is there to say?

So much is kept inside me.

I'm happy for the Father Figure.

He's finally going onto his second Degree, while he's nearing 50.

-,-!

The Queen Bitch, on the other hand, is on her way to her THIRD DIPLOMA.

WHY THE DUCK WOULD ANYONE WANT 3 DIFFERENT DIPLOMAS WHEN THE PAY AND ADVANCEMENT IS THE SAME??

I DON'T GET IT.

BRAIN-INACTIVATED.

My tummy's getting bigger, while my brain is getting smaller.

With every pounding headache, I could feel my brains shrink.

I'm not pregnant, just getting FATTER.

Doctors at the polyclinics are scared to death of H1N1 though death rate is so much lower than the common FLU.

Tsk.

As a doctor, you should know better, right?

Was at the clinic this afternoon to get my gums checked. My gums had swelled so badly that I couldn't even speak properly.

Had to get it checked. The pain had also started to cause a huge headache and the pain was really starting to incapacitate me.

Saw Farah and Sing Ho in the same RED ZONE as me. I suppose they'd both gotten the flu too.

I blame the stupid weather for it.

Late night with Uncle Nelson and Aunty Sindy at Balestier GV.

Angel & Demons.

Was interesting. An "intellectual" film that got me thinking and at the same time, disturbed me.

Tonight was a fun night out with Shirley shopping around Suntec.

We'd discovered that even with money, there were very little things that we wanted to buy, simply because 'Things' these days are no longer unique, interesting, nor intriguing.

Nothing attracts us to those 'things' anymore.

Everything is either over priced, or simply inferior in quality.

The only thing that we spent on the whole night out, was on food.

We had dinner at Souperlicious! The portions were generous, and the Beef Goulash that I ordered had chunks of Beef, Carrots and Green Pepper in it.

For $11.55 for a whole set with either Salad, Sandwich or Rice/Pasta and a choice of Peach or Lemon tea to choose from, it was really worth it.

If one is on a budget, I suggest ordering the single Regular soup (about $6) by itself. The soup itself is already filling.

We each bought a box of Royce Chocolate and went window shopping in the Braun Buffel boutique where the bag I'd wanted since last year had finally gone out of stock.

*Sigh*.

Now Justin has the perfect excuse not to buy me my 21st Birthday present despite being together for almost a bloody year.

It's time I go look for someone more trustworthy. Justin just never fulfills his promises.

Probation in DK ended on Friday, Saturday was spent with his family, a day out at the park.

Life is mundane.

And everyday I'm going to work sour faced and depressed.

Long gone is the cheer.

*sigh*

The Queen Bitch is at it again, with too much damn time in her hands.
She's been trying to evict me with threats and packed luggages of my belongings at the corridoor.

Fucking sick and tired of it.

Community work on Sunday got the cell member sweating our heads off, and honestly, I saw little point in offering free coffee to retirees living in LANDED PROPERTIES in Joo Chiat.

Those above 50 and willing to go for free coffee would've most probably be retired prostitutes... or pimps.

We had doors slammed in our faces, and dogs unleashed on us.

But thank God the dogs were toy breeds and the fiercer ones were tightly leashed up.

>_<

I've been troubled the whole week since the acceptance of employment at AVA.

I don't know when to resign!

Should I do it now, or later, when the employment letter has been drafted?

I've absolutely NO IDEA!

At the same time, I want a short rest before I start work.

Ughness.

Apparently the relatives thinks I'm too fat to be a bridesmaid and that the seemingly more and more aneorexic looking Chipped Sapphire should do the job.

I WAS bothered for a brief while, but then I got over it.

I'm not too thrilled about having huge amounts of cosmetics on my face.

AND NO WISH TO CONTROL MY DIET!

=D

I got the job.

AVA, here I come~!

I'll miss my darlings in DK.

I've been mulling over the decision since Tuesday, and frankly speaking, it's not easy leaving this job behind, since it's such an easy job to work in.

It was never as stressful as Nic had said, and with the exception of a few guai lan kias, it was all GOOD.

T_T

Graduation later in the morning!

The night I'd almost smashed a jug against someone's head.

I'd skipped church, because Dustbin's internet connection was down and I had to wait for him to go to church together.

But alas, the bloody internet man took almost 2 hours to diagnose the need for a new MIO box, which took him another 15 minutes or so to get that bloody box connected. WTF.

Decided to go for a movie at Tiong Bahru Plaza with him while waiting for Irene, her man, and Wendy to arrive.

(Shirley was undecided on her attendance and had decided on Double 0 in the end.)

But then the movie timing sucked, and the movie seating sucked even more. So we skipped it all together and went for dinner at Ajisen Ramen instead.

Shopped around T.B Plaza until Wendy and gang arrived, and got my heels fixed while waiting.

We went to Phuture, and quickly secured a corner at the dance floor.

Saw Paul Twohill the Singapore Idol alumni with the braces who studies in TP, dancing with another girl with equally long hair and neon colored braces.

I didn't know Braces could be so COOL! Maybe I should get one myself. But then kissing, frenching and blowing would become a little troublesome after that.

*CRINGE*

Imagine cutting tongues, lips and foreskin with those razor braces! OMGBBQ. >_<

LOL. What's more the trapping of foreskin on braces!

ROFLBBQ!

Typing of (not speaking of, because I'm not speaking per se, rather, I'm typing.) BBQ, the Q.B's been into BBQs 3rd week of the month when I get my pathetic paycheck.

Pfft.

Anyway, back to topic.

We were dancing and minding our own buisness when this bunch of little boys tried pushing us for space.

That really pissed me off because they were pushing my Justin and pissing the shit out of me. So I pushed them back and stared at all of them, anger rising.

LOL.

That was when I really felt like smashing that pathetic jug of water diluted piss tasting vodka redbull on their heads.

I didn't of course, because I'm female and they at least had the decency to fuck off after a while. Not that I didn't notice them trying to point their puny little middle fingers at me.

*Shrugs*

If the middle finger thickness/ length = actual penis size theory is relevant, then I dare say I'm not interested in short skinny dicks.

LOL.

I'm not interested in

Happiness is...

• Finding new friends worth keeping.
• Going on a ride, enjoying the company I'm with.
• Feeling the thrill and excitement I'd used to feel a couple years ago, when I was so much more naive.
• Spending time with a beloved, doing things we both enjoy.
• Eating.
• Sleeping in late into the day, waking up just a couple hours away from dinner, yet still in time for a late lunch.
• Shopping with girlfriends whom I can trust (with regards to fashion).
• Having money in my account.
• Knowing that my beloved cares enough for me to top up my account when I'm low.
• Comfort.

Went rounding with Gerald today. He came to fetch me from Shirley's, after a few very fun hours of playing with her Cavalier, now tentatively called Doby, for the poor bitch (bitch, as in female dog, not meant as an insult whatsoever, but in reference to Shirley's dog, a female dog, also known in English as bitch.) was previously named Ruby, Le le, Fluffy and Dogby.

I've finally let go of the pettiness and unhappiness which has been bugging me for the past few weeks, and the extremely fucking unfair and unexpected events in the office this morning, where this fucking Mr K called in to scream at me for no bloody rhyme and reason just because stocks scheduled for release by Ken Act Enough wasn't implemented.

I mean, WTF am I supposed to do when the other departments are obviously not doing their bloody job?!

All I could do, within my means and power, was to inform V Biotene and call Idle to start doing her work, and stop playing finger puppets.

But apparently Bloody Idiots don't get it, and as all Bloody Idiots do, only knew how to scream, shout and scold, before attempting to lodge some stupid complaint against me AGAIN.

This time though, I'd enlisted the help of my colleagues who then knew of the on going scream fest by the Bloody Idiot, thus covered my ass somewhat.

*Oh Well.*

Tragically, I have lost all respect for V-Biotene.

I doubt he would have it easy any longer.

My confirmation on this job, I leave it up to God.

Currently though, I've been trying to recruit new staff into the company, as the adhoc HR of sort.

It's fun though.

The world is small.

Just the other day while we were out and about, Alvin, Vailant and this other guy whose name I've long forgotten, saw me.

Today, while waiting for the interview at AVA to commence, I saw Winnie applying for the exact same post as moi!

LOL.

The whole atmosphere then changed from one of foreboding and uncertainty to another relaxing session chatting with my friends. LOL.

I didn't even feel tensed, and the session went well!

But the MND building had bad infrastructure. Their lifts had ALL the buttons for ALL floors, but SERVED ONLY 6 FLOORS OUT OF THE 18 BLOODY BUTTONS.

WTF?!

IF YOUR LIFTS DO NOT SERVE THOSE FLOORS, DON'T BLOODY PUT THE BUTTONS IN THERE!!!!

Imagine my horror when I was told that I had to climb THREE Storeys up in my 4 inch heels and tight, high waisted skirt!

OMG.

Like, WTF.

Don't tell me it's placed in there for 'completion's sake' and for 'Aesthetics'.

I'll fucking kill those idiots who thought of it and implemented them.

(But murder's a crime and I don't fancy jail term.So...I'll just say it for the sake of saying it.)

Intriguing.

There's nothing much to blog about.

Nothing interesting enough to make me shift my attention from my latest fascination of Cooking Academy and Restaurant City to this little blog.

It's little, because it no longer holds a place.

Anyway, I doubt I can stand J any longer.

His bloody insistance in doing things his way and his wandering eyes are something which I DON'T NEED in my life right now...

Being unappreciated hurts.

Buying a cake from Crystal Jade and a stupid game of Bejewelled for the Queen Bitch reaps little rewards.

( Other than the fact that she likes the game and plays it till 3am daily, drastically increasing the household's electricity bill where she promptly blames it on me when in fact, I'm hardly at home.)

Buying things for J reaps NOTHING.

Not even a little appreciation and planning a surprise just gets me labelled as a liar. WTF.

I don't need a Queen Bitch and another fucker lingering around me.

*Pissed*

I've been shortlisted by th AVA for interview as a Lab Analyst.

I wonder if it's going to pay better.

Working for the Government instead of the Public.

>_<

I've come to realise one thing: the more I speak, the lazier my tongue gets.

I've resorted to mumbling sometimes instead of enunciating my words clearly since half the time, the customers end up speaking in Mandarin or dialects instead of English.

A typical daily example:

Mumbling:

"Welcome to Difflem Healthcare, dish ish Glen speaking howmayiassist chew?"

In English:

"Welcome to Diethlem Heathcare, this is Gwen speaking how may I assist you?"

*sigh*

Someone stop me from having a lazy tongue too fat to enunciate.

Sometimes I really wonder if I have what it takes to do sales and be a good sales person.

Anyway, today was Girlfriends day!

We (Shirley, Irene, Wendy et Moi) went out for dinner at Asia Kitchen and shopping around VivoCity and Bugis!

We befriended a 19 year old sales girl while shoppping, and exchanged numbers. LOL.

Gossip is rife in the office and rumours has been spreading like wildfire pertaining to the resignation of V-Biotene and other back stabbing drama in The Office.

Oh well, such is office politics.

J hasn't returned my Bible to me since Saturday and it has been almost a week.

Ugh.

Reasons why I fucking hate the maid.

I asked and reminded her on Friday, Saturday AND Sunday to wash the new Mango Skirt I had bought. She told me she had washed them.

THIS MORNING, I asked her if my skirt was dry. She told me the skirt was in the cupboard.

I TOOK THE SKIRT OUT AND IT WAS UNWASHED, WITH THE FUCKING PRICE TAG STILL INTACT!

I asked her why it was so and GUESS what she fucking told me?!

"YOU TOLD ME NOT TO WASH THE SKIRT."

KNNCCB *Expletives*

Nahbeh.

I FUCKING TOLD HER THREE FUCKING TIMES IN HER FACE AND YET SHE DARED TO TELL ME THAT I'D TOLD HER NOT TO WASH IT?!

FUCK.

And as if it wasn't enough to stink up my fucking morning, she had the fucking cheek to dump a fucking piece of plain bread in my lunchbox as 'Breakfast'.

*More expletives*

IF SHE, HERSELF, DOESN'T EVEN EAT PLAIN BREAD FOR BREAKFAST, WHY THE FUCK WOULD I EAT PLAIN BREAD?!

NAHBEH.

And the worst shit was that it had to fucking pour in the morning and I had to cab all the way to work.

KNNCCB.

IT'S OKAY TO BE FAT WHEN YOU BOTHER TO PULL YOUR BLOODY WEIGHT AROUND.
If not, you're just waiting for stones to be lobbed at you.

I've finally attained the 50.0 Thumbs Up rating!

And I spent $120 in Mango for a skirt and belt combo which I felt was not worth the money.

Justin forced me.

Anyway he has found a new job.

Suddenly everyone's immune system is WEAK.

And suddenly, everyone's so fucking afraid of the deadly flu that these TWO days, our department has received dozens of calls for TAMIFLU and N95 Masks.

Unfortunately, WE DON'T DISTRIBUTE THEM!

HAHAHAA~!

The competitor, ZooLick, apparently, doesn't distrubute them either. LOL.

And so we've been pushing those kiasu (afraid of losing, in another term, competitive) and kiasi (afraid of dying, in a nicer term, self preserving) customers back and forth much like a very hiong (exciting) game of ping pong.

The fear of the pig, duck, chicken, cat, dog, horse, goose, mouse, cow, man influenza has pratically driven sales of Hibiscrub and other antiseptic pharmaceutical items through the roof.

*That reminds me that I need to buy some antiseptic solution of my own and possibly some alcoholic swab to clean the keyboard of my lappy.*

Mould has started growing out of the crevices.

>_<

P.S: I've finally received my pay! The fucking HR department had fucking keyed in my account number wrongly and hence delayed my pay. WTF.

WHY ME?!

Everyone has gotten their paycheck but MOI.

WTF.

Why am I always the one afflicted with payment problems?!

*EXPLETIVES*

Anyway, J lost his job AGAIN.

We went ice skating and he fell a dozen times.

SIGH.

I CHOPPED MY HAIR!

... AND ITS NOW SO FUCKING SHORT I FEEL UGLY THOUGH J BEGS TO DIFFER.

GRADUATION DAY IS ON THE 28TH OF MAY AND I'VE YET TO PAY MY LIBRARY FINES, RENT THE GRADUATION GARB AND BOOK ANOTHER TICKET FOR THE QUEEN BITCH.

I'M LOVING WORK WHEN THE EXEC ISN'T AROUND AND THE WORK LOAD ISN'T SO HEAVY; THOUGH IT MIGHT MEAN THAT SALES IS BAD AND THERE'S NOT MUCH MONEY GOING AROUND.

I'VE BEEN THROWN WITH 2 COMPLAINTS IN THE ONE MONTH SINCE WORK STARTED, AND THAT MIGHT JUST MEAN A LONGER TIME TAKEN FOR CONFIRMATION.

OH WELL, AS LONG AS I GET PAID, I DON'T REALLY GIVE TOO MUCH OF A DAMN.

IN THIS MONTH ALONE, I'VE SPENT ABOUT $200 ON RESTAURANT FARES.

BEEN PAYING FOR ALL THE FUCKING GOOD FOOD WHILE OUT WITH J WHILE HE ONLY BRINGS ME TO SMELLY COFFEE SHOPS WITH BIG FLIES.

RAWR~!

But this trend will stop. Because I don't think it is fair.

I just realised my CAPS entry. Guess I'm too used to typing in CAPS all day at work.

*I took pictures, but I'm too lazy to post them up.*

*I'm too fat to look decent in pictures these days.*

Work is taking it's toll on me, and office politics just gets more everyday.

I HATE IT.

Anyway, I've been too addicted to Restaurant City to blog much, though some interesting things have been happening.

I bought a new pair of Ipanema Grenadhas Jelly sandles from Novo on Baptism day when the Buy And Throw Away pair gave way the moment it touched water.


I'm loving it!

Can't wait for payday!!

Tiredness.

Finally, I'm free of all shackles.

2+6=8

Crazy Puma Apparel sales at Comtech, near my office.

1 for $24, 6 for $100.

We commbined our receipts and as of today, I've bought 8 jackets.

Kept one for myself and gave the rest to the Bratz, Sisters and Tormentors.

*sigh*

I had no idea this Friday was Good Friday.

Saturday will be my baptism at East Coast, and I'm cringing at the thought of getting dunked into smelly sea water.

If only they could do it at Sentosa instead. Ugh.

Anyway, yesterday I had Baptism classes in the morning till late afternoon, and I'd bugged the Tormentors to pick me up from church.

The Queen Bitch dragged the unwilling ( The Father Figure et Moi ), to Geylang Serai for yucky wet market shopping where this stinking fish seller splashed fishy, slimy crap on my feet.

WTF.

I got the Father Figure to buy a big grouper for Grand, and dropped off the fish at her place before going home to shower and change

and then I drove us back to Grand's for dinner.

=.=!!

The relatives were there and were thus obligated to give me some birthday money, WHICH I REALLY DON'T MIND!

=D

Aunt Sindy gave me this necklace with a key and lock pendant which I SUPER LOVE, but the Queen Bitch had to comment about how it looked like a dog tag. What a bitch.

I tried it on but the necklace was too long so I wound it up around my wrist and wore it as a bracelet instead.

I dare say it looks better around my wrist. =D

Some asked why did she give a key AND lock instead of just a key, and she was momentarily lost for words.

I told them that a key meant "Allowed to roam free, albeit the right lock." while a lock meant "Prison".

So the with the lock AND the key, would it truly mean "Freedom".

The Doctor says I sit for too long.

Went to Changi General Hospital early in the damn morning, where I was supposed to meet Justin for McBreakfast but we'd both dozed back to sleep until 9:30am and by the time I was ready, it was already 10:30am.

He had to buy breakfast for me while waiting for me, and I had to gobble my breakfast during the walk to CGH.

Got to Clinic F, registered, and was called in within 10 minutes.

I was told to take off my pants, and my ass was probed. LOL.

And so it seems I got piles.

"You sit for too long."

WTF?!

The irony! I only contracted the symptoms during Internship, where I stood for 7 hours straight!

WTF.

I now suspect I might have a tumour somewhere else instead of just piles on retrospect.

But damn, I'd rejected the option of a colonscopy and ligation in favour of medication.

Three fucking months worth of medication...

Anyway, we went window shopping around Illuma (sp?), the new mall beside Bugis Village, and it was barely open, with 3rd level stores all open with no customer.

Pathetic.

And for every storey, there were only TWO cubicles for toilets. WTF. Perhaps the developers knew very well that the location will not be attracting much crowd and that TWO cubicles per loo is more than enough.

HAHA.

Justin pitied the pushcart girl selling lip gloss on the first level and bought me a lip gloss!

*I would've posted the pictures here, but my phone and laptop isn't cooperating at the moment.*

Sigh.

I saw this top with fucking nice tattoo designs on it, but it costs $79!

Ugh.

My pay cheque isn't here yet. If only I had my pay already!

Damn it!

I've just installed MSN 8 out of curiousity and honestly, IT SUCKS.





I've been using MSN since I was Primary 5, which adds up to a fucking DECADE!





And honestly, having explored most of it's 'new features' within half an hour, I dare say it has shitloads of fine tuning to do and shouldn't be allowed for release just yet.





For one, THE SCREEN LAGS AND JAMS UP when the screen is minimized or maximized with web cam on.





The display pictures do not automatically reduce in size nor does the text area automatically adjust.

The whole screen then ends up as above, all fucked up and messy, glitches aplenty.

WTF.

Softwares like these should never be released for use!

Another point to pick on, is the fact that the display picture is on the left, instead of the usual right which I'm more comfortable with, having used MSN for a decade.

Pfft, it felt like I was driving in America, metophorically speaking, since I've never been to America.

=.=!

Until those fucking glitches are resolved, I honestly DO NOT RECOMMEND ANYONE TO USE IT.

Unless you like fucked up screens and jammed images while you're webcaming, and pixellated background displays of pictures which used to look so good on MSN 7; by all means, go on.

The Doctor thinks I'm too stressed.

STRESS

 /strɛs/ –noun

Physical, mental, or emotional strain or tension: Worry over his job and his wife's health put him under a great stress.

A situation, occurrence, or factor causing this: The stress of being trapped in the elevator gave him a pounding headache.

I had left my phone at home yesterday while rushing out for work. I was phoneless for the whole day, without a sense of loss, which I thought I would've felt.

We (JT and I) went out for a movie (Confessions of a Shopaholic) and dinner at Shokudo as I had wanted to exchange the Bikini Cass had given me.

I wanted to change the bikini for the one I wanted, and was even willing to top up for it but sadly, the shopkeeper was anal.

Anyway, dinner at Shokudo ran up to almost $60 for 2 mains and a side.

My Mastercard wept when the card was swiped through, and my head started pounding and spinning.

I was too weak to walk. I had to cab home.

I've yet to recover from it.

My pay cheque isn't here yet.

*gibberish*

Went for Baptism class, was "Baptised in the Holy Spirit".

I can now speak in 'Tongues'. Though it feels more like gibberish to me.

I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M PRAYING ABOUT.

*shrugs*

Negativity in the office brings the overall moral down.

Which is why it is important to try to be happy and relaxed.

It helps if one has a sense of humour.

Sadly, the people in my office are losing their sense of humour...

Dila came for an interview today and apparently she wasn't 'suitable' for the Order Taking Department due to the 'unsure' vibe she gave during the interview.

LOL.

But she'll be offered a position in another department, I'm sure.

The whole building lacks man power.

Mango Vodka is my new favourite!

Party (Partee), departed.

Somehow, family politcs caused by Aunt Jolene cut my guest list by half.

She had manipulated the rest of my aunts and MY GRANDMOTHER to absent themselves from my party.

WTF.

It riled the Fathe Figure up so badly, he rang Grand up and shouted his head off over the phone. LOL.

We (Uncle Nelson and Tormentors) in turn conveniently 'forgot' about her own dinner arrangements at some restaurant today.

The Tormentors and Uncle Nelson went for a leisurely day at the golf course instead while I went for Baptism Class then office clothes shopping at Marine Parade with J with the Birthday money the mother side aunts gave.

LOL.

What I bought:

Cardigan from Isetan for $19.90!

Halter top from Isetan at $39! (I know it's over priced but I love it!!)

Dress from Dorothy Perkins for $39, Usual Price, $89.

<3

I'll post the gifts and party pictures later.

P.S: It's rude to leave a birthday party before cake cutting.

MY 21ST BIRTHDAY ON THE 21ST OF MARCH!

FOR THOSE WHO CAN'T AFFORD TO BE DEFACED ON FACEBOOK, HERE'S THE INFO!

Please RSVP ASAP!

Saturday, March 21, 2009
6:00pm - 11:00pm

East Vale Condominium

Pasir Ris Drive 3 (Opposite Downtown East Bus stop)


Food list:

Main
Vegetarian noodles
Pineapple rice

Sides
SatayChicken Wings
Curry
Teriyaki Beef
Grilled Seafood

Dessert
Chocolate Fondue!!
Birthday Cake!

Drinks
Beer
Wine
Liquor
Fruit Punch
Soft Drinks
Plain water. LOL.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

A BIRTHDAY SURPRISE!

THE CELL GROUPIES CELEBRATED MY BIRTHDAY AFTER CELL, AND WE HAD A DELICIOUS CHOCOLATE CAKE!

THEY GAVE ME A BIBLE!

<3

THANK YA'LL~!

SHIRLEY, JOYCE AND WENDY BOUGHT ME STARBUCKS AND A CAKE FOR BREAKFAST TOO!

I LOVE MY COLLEAGUES! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!

<3

Justin is crap. Not only did he pick a fight with me, I ended up screaming my head off on my birthday after cell.

What a way to end.

Shorty got drunk at Timbre, and wanted me to drive her back. WTF.

Woohoo~!

Job seems more and more interesting each day with new things to learn and get used to.

One good thing about working in at DK, is that there's always cheap sales going on for all things in storage. From over the counter drugs to chocolates and cookies, there's just many things to buy cheap!

LOL.

I bought a BIG BAG of chocolate today from M&Ms to Dove! And they were like 50 cents per bar, 20 cents a bag!!

I find myself becoming more and more like an office girl.

I need to buy more office wear...

Dinner and Dance 2009

I was in semi heaven..

We were demi gods in semi heaven...

Booked into a nice clean four star room with a pool view and good service, located in Krabi, walking distance to beach bars with a nice educated lady bar owner I really liked. (We talked.)

Stretches of shops for affordable shopping, cheap alcohol and beautiful beaches in the day.

Fun times had dirt bike racing, elephant riding, and white water rafting.

Phuket was fucked! There were dirty bars with screaming thai bitches at night whenever retired caucasians came out to play...

strip teases by tranny whores (peekture peekture, cum~ peekture)

and delicious road side delicacies and local produce not for the faint hearted.

We partied and played hard for the very short stay, with little sleep and too much alcohol. We had the best times of our lives (so far).

But now we're back on earth (in Singapore) as measely mortals

with damaged bank accounts.

>_<

(At least for me.)

How this church is more like a CULT.

I was chatting with someone online when this topic came about through his observations of this church. I did have these thoughts too and I shall share them with y'all.

1. They sent me for deliverance, where I did an "Emily Rose".
2. Tells me that lust is a sin; I shouldn't kiss or hug Justin.
3. Claims praying in Tongues makes one closer to God. (How close can you get when he's UP THERE and we're just down here. And more than half the time, they don't even know what the fuck they're blabbering about?)
4. Is an 'Independant Protestant' Church, which basically translates to " You may divorce and get re-married and it's no sin." and "Our teachings are different and more 'MODERN'."

But at least they look me in the eye and tell me they care and actually seem to care a little unlike other churches where they stare at you or look behind your shoulders when they're supposed to 'show concern'.

Sigh.

Swiftly, silently.

Today was a mad rush.

The Queen Bitch and I had bumped into a cousin and he recommended me a job yesterday.

He sent me some details and I sent it in first thing in the morning.

At 2pm, the office called to arrange for a meeting.

I said I was free to go down for the interview today, because I do not like to wait.

The interview was scheduled at 3:30pm. Took a train to Kallang, and then a cab down to Pasir Panjang.

I went up and down the whole bloody building looking for the interviwer and the venue.

Arrived at the office, chatted briefly for 15 minutes, and I'VE GOT A JOB!

=D

Yay~!

Happiness~! I'll have to treat the cousins to dinner soon!

My Not So Secret Lives Ending.

"Trey's POV"

It's been a month since I've known Jesse and so much has happened within this social circle by association.

Though all has little to do with me, the association by default has made me realise the complications and implications of relationships.

Jesse has been trying her best to give E as much moral support as she can, but all she can do is just so much.

There's no way to undo what she has done to herself, as much as she doesn't want it to happen. I've done my part as boyfriend to Jesse and friend by association to C and E.

I guess all E needs now is some initiative on C's part to forgive and show a little concern as hard as it seems for C.

It's hard for a guy- or anyone else for the matter to swallow such news. It doesn't just implicate a person but those involved as well.

He told me they used a condom everytime. (Which reduces the chance of contracting the disease. But it's still not foolproof.)
But he was only thinking of Baby Prevention, not AIDS.

Honestly, I would've thought so too. AIDS just doesn't pop on a guy's minds when we're all thinking with the other head in a sexy situation. But I guess this whole situation has made clear the impact of having unprotected sex with multiple sex partners.

I wouldn't know the number of sex partners E has had, of course, but E being E, we just will never know, would we?

Maybe Jesse might know, being her best Girl friend, or perhaps E keeps that part to herself? I mean, J told me once before that E wasn't as slutty as she seemed.

But I shall not judge. I shall will myself to be the non-judgemental-friend-by-association of E and do my part to talk to C.

I've called him over for a match tonight, it's Crystal Palace VS Liverpool!!

Anyhow, going through it all together has made Jesse Baby and I closer emotionally, while the physical parts can wait until she's ready.

For her, I'm prepared to wait. Afterall, we're only 18.

Get involved with Jesse and Trey today @ www.notsosecretlives.com

Pay now and get you won't have to pay later!

I've been out and about again!

Went to the Education and Career Fair where the only JOB was in the Casino while all around Education Groups rallied for students with interesting incentives.

An Example: Sign up for Association of Science School and pay $120 today and get $120 discount off the registration fee!

(Which I later enquired was $120.)

PFFT. WTF.ROFL.LOL.

Excuse me but I'm not an IDIOT.

LOL.

Little Fact.

"The good thing about Hipster pants is that when you gain weight, you can wear it High-Waisted."

It's true.

Confusion.

I've been out and about in town with Sindy the whole day shopping while my dearest cousin went for her facial appointment.

Was notified of the change in dress code for the school's Dinner and Dance, and cracked my skull thinking of the dresses.

Found a gothic looking costume at Blood Romance for 70% off. (We suspect it's closing down, hence the sale of items at wholesale price.)

LOL.

Loved the costume. We literally bought everything in the shop. LOL.

I got myself a hat and the costume, which pretty much settles my Halloween costume for this year, and perhaps I'll wear it for DnD or my Birthday.

I've yet to decide. =D

The remaining night was spent at Grand's doing up Sindy's website. I figured that I'd rather help her get the site set up and over with since she has been dragging it (revamp and update) for way too long

Loads of customers kept bumping into us in town and were pestering for new updates on her website since school Prom and DnDs are around the corner in the coming month.

I have loads of free time anyway since employment looks like a distant dream...

Justin doesn't trust me. I've realised that now. And the longer I stay with him, the more Bitch like I've become. I had come to realise that when Sindy told me that I'm turning into the Queen Bitch.

HORROR!

I must, I must NOT become her.

I've been in a depressed state since Sunday, when Jane came by and convinced me to break up with Justin since he wasn't "God Chosen".

Though technically, even if he was "God Chosen" I doubt they were so HOLY enough to even know it.

So anyway, I went out with Samson today to shop for his Prom shoes the whole evening and apparently Justin wasn't too happy about it. (Most probably because he's just so fucking insecure about himself and 'trust me so much' that he thinks I'm riding Samson instead of shopping for shoes.)

Geez.

It got even sadder when he said I went shopping without buying him anything. Like, WTF does he expect me to buy for him?!

I'm not exactly printing cash neither am I EMPLOYED like him.

UGH.

HE claimed that I didn't buy him his Birthday Present even though (if I don't remember correctly), he told me not to buy him anything since I'd already splurged on an expensive dinner.

So now he's saying something contrary. Which is disgusting.

I mean, even if I'm not buying him anything here, it doesn't mean I won't buy him anything when I'm in Thailand, right?

Whatever the case, I'm so disappointed in him I'm not even going to bother shopping for his crap when I'm overseas.

I'm going to buy more Bikinis instead.

For Entertainment's sake.

Jezebel from Hell.

Brought Justin to church today and a certain preacher did the sermons.

He spoke of choosing the right spouse and getting directions from God.

LOL. Something he said made J think I was Jezebel. WTF. =.=

And then I did an 'Emily Rose' during Altar Call which was really really weird though I felt fine.

The preacher was perceptive in a way that she knew there was something wrong and touched my tummy to 'expel evil spirits', though I wasn't really aware of what I was doing.

I fell to the ground while they prayed, like a fallen tree, but I didn't feel pain. O.o

I think my heart has turned so cold and hard that even the pastor said I was a work in progress.

Looks like I'm really hard to sway...

Back to the Phillipines!

I CAN'T FUCKING STAND THAT USELESS FAT MAID ANYMORE.

I finally went down to the polyclinic this afternoon and got my ass fingered by a female doctor with a PERMANENTLY SHOCKED look on her face.

It started pouring heavily and the clinic got flooded ON THE SECOND AND FIRST FLOOR.

WTF.

I waddled my way through the clinic only to realise that I didn't bring an umbrella along and couldn't risk walking through the rain with my laptop in tow!

(I was watching Gossip Girl!)

So I called the maid, only to hear her SCREAM AND COMPLAIN AND GIVE SHITLOADS OF EXCUSES ABOUT WHY SHE CAN'T STEP OUT OF THE HOUSE IN THE RAIN.

WTF.

I got fed up and called the Father Figure and told him I'm paying for her ticket HOME.

I'll be going for a follow up at CGH on the 11th March after the Thailand trip.

Death Sentence.

I was duped to go to Recruit Express to look for a recruiter who didn't exist yesterday, and was in a very foul mood after that.

Justin cheered me up with dinner at Pizza Hut.

Apparently, his fast eating speed with cheese powder + chilli flake literally poured over his pizza gave him some serious diahorrea issues at night but all is well today.

I couldn't sleep last night and stayed up the whole night until 3am, watching Gossip Girl and spacing out with weird thoughts in my head.

Anyway, I started passing out blood since this morning before the interview, and it's not stopping anytime soon, it seems.

It might be the hereditary tumour genes working its magic now, but I'm not too sure yet.

From my vast experience with cancer relatives, I think it is cancer of the colon. Or on a slightly less pessimistic perspective, a little tumour.

Either way, I'll have to make an appointment and get a check up tomorrow.

Wish me well... or not.