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.