Monday, 27 July 2009

Holy Fuck

Must be the severe lack of calcium or tat i'm getting fucking clumsy around corners!

Thursday, 16 July 2009

fuckheads in the tube

not fucking happy at all with the one-way communication tunnel the bosses are using to 'talk' to us. after all, we're but mere STAFF arent we!

bring nestlings in and give them names but no proper intro, designation, scope - he/she works together with another poor sucker or do we have to report to that he/she-who-deserves-to-be-whacked? fucking talk to us for chrissake. dont just fucking pop someone new into our midst and expect things to go beautifully.
fuck YOU. tell us why and what is the nincompoop here for! some of us have worked years, yet to be compensated in more ways than one, as far as i can see.

in the meantime, i am unfuckinghappy, definitely, and i dont give 2 shits about brand new albinos who come in tweeting and try to bend me to their will. no effing way man, id rather slap their faces around with a resignation letter than listen to their feeble bleating. im all riled up for war now. bring it on bitches and bastards.

Tuesday, 7 July 2009

no loops for the whoops

i finally removed them stitches today...approximately 4 days after i was due at the specialist. hehe.

the damned doc ignited my feelings of apprehension when he asked me to lie down. DAMN man...i never ever lie flat down if i can help it. i think it showed on my face so he re-adjusted the bed and told me to "just sit up okay already". hehe.

then when the nurse tugged and tugged and tugged at the black threads...i couldnt stop smiling to myself cos obviously the stitches are almost weeks old d right? then her question came, "sudah berapa lama ni?" HAHA...couldnt help it, i laughed and told her watching her mute struggle was pretty funny (probably reassured her that more brutality can be tolerated) and so she handled me like a chunk of beef flank in the butcher chop, and ta daaaa...all came out. then nursie just ferociously sprayed on the 'liquid' plaster onto the wound and MAN that stung :P

because i got hurt at a nightspot, the doctor jokingly asked me, "so, went back there again ah!" then he told me that i shoulda cut myself at a lower position above the ankle, cos "you're that type ma, can put tattoo to cover it la!"
$%&*#@$... yea, so funny. its killin me. ehem ehem. BUT to his credit i did think that the possibility of a tattoo was a pretty decent suggestion... but i'd have to cover the entire calf with disney world or something. ish ish! ISH.

i think this is it fer now...will update soonest. xoxoxoxo.

Saturday, 4 July 2009

whoopsy doopsy

fresh out this week. ##$%^&%^...

dropped a huge vat of plastic 'tong' (full with water) onto me foot few days back. impact it had, i half expected to see a few toes missing! scraped off me opi and took some of me with it too (side of third toe)...
Rot.In.Poverty, ye old container.

ha. ha. couldnt believe i got another fresh one just this morning. literally tagged myself on the laundry basin. yowch!

Friday, 3 July 2009

Day 6: countdown to finale

A day before meeting the doc for stitch removal. That's tomoro... Ish ish.

Thursday, 2 July 2009

Malaysian Institute of Estate Agents Annual Dinner '09

My man and yours truly. taking a break from the speeches and constant feasting :)

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

8 jahitans

innocent bystander. sliced by broken glass. duh-ed by suddenness. chunk of flesh off my calf. grrrrr... pic taken a day after checkup at damansara specialist. actually looking forward to removal of stitches...ticklish gore...HAHAHA...