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Friday, July 17, 2009

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.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

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!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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.

Monday, July 13, 2009

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.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

What's love?

Friday, July 10, 2009

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.