Unwell
Been ill since Thursday night. And still am.
Sore throat, pounding headache, stuffy nose, fever.
Friday was fucked. Yes, the Queen gets bad days too. Many in fact. Anyway, rushed down to NUS to submit some documents and reached there just in time. Gosh, these people really have got to have their map properly drawn up. Cabbed down to Parkway Centre (a hefty taxi bill of $12.40! Fark!) to meet my boss Hairy Pits to get her to complete an appraisal form for me. Hairy Pits is irritating. I shan't waste my breath writing about her.
So why not move to happier topics? Oh that's cos I haven't had anything happy happening to me!!!
Ahhhh!!!
King didn't message. A pest that kept calling me "Sexy" messaged me persistently though. What irritant. I DO NOT like being called "Sexy" for your information. Call me sweetie (only applies to King or Martell, call me dear (for Marycherry), call me baby (for the Gothic Jap Porn Star, or just call me Queen. Anything, but sexy. It really sound so sleazy over the smses! Me being sexy has nothing to do with you!!! Bleagh.
I regret giving some friends my blog address. Cos it's times when I am exasperated, and with almost no one to confide to, and am desperately needing an outlet to rant yet this blog can't provide me the privacy of it so.
I don't wanna revert to the old blog at diary-x where I can password-protect certain private entries. On one hand, keeping a physical diary which i used to have, is not that bad an idea, other than the fact that the kay-poh mother of mine absolutely have no idea the meaning of respect and privacy.
Now how when I have so much to grouse about?
My Gothic Jap Porn Star was upset with me (again). Sigh.
Nevermind, let's not talk about it. And why did she have to mention Martell walking in front of her? Jealous? Not really, I'm not that sort of possessive woman. Plus I always have a harem of my men to choose from. I just didn't want to recall him (he's special to me lah!) at this point when I am feeling all so fragile, am desiring companionship and a little physical intimacy.
Back on topic about today's hectic schedule. Been up since 5.30am, making my way down to NTU to submit yet another of those supporting documents. And I hate the layout and the map of NTU just as much! And with not much time to go before I've gotta make my way to Parkway Centre (which is the other end of the island from NTU at Jurong!), I was really tight for time. I got off not knowing which stop I should drop off at. And thank God for this rather charming, quite hamsem man who was equally lost but DROVE!!! And he gave me a lift to my destination - Student Services Office. It was a pity that I was too absorbed in getting my stuff settled and rushing off to work that I, in my haste, forgot to ask for his name and number! Ugh. Kill me. Yes, just kill me. But to whoever you are, a very big THANK YOU for your help.
Will post again as soon as I am feeling better. For now, shall go bathe and pack up.
I miss I miss I miss... whoever the hell you are.
Sore throat, pounding headache, stuffy nose, fever.
Friday was fucked. Yes, the Queen gets bad days too. Many in fact. Anyway, rushed down to NUS to submit some documents and reached there just in time. Gosh, these people really have got to have their map properly drawn up. Cabbed down to Parkway Centre (a hefty taxi bill of $12.40! Fark!) to meet my boss Hairy Pits to get her to complete an appraisal form for me. Hairy Pits is irritating. I shan't waste my breath writing about her.
So why not move to happier topics? Oh that's cos I haven't had anything happy happening to me!!!
Ahhhh!!!
King didn't message. A pest that kept calling me "Sexy" messaged me persistently though. What irritant. I DO NOT like being called "Sexy" for your information. Call me sweetie (only applies to King or Martell, call me dear (for Marycherry), call me baby (for the Gothic Jap Porn Star, or just call me Queen. Anything, but sexy. It really sound so sleazy over the smses! Me being sexy has nothing to do with you!!! Bleagh.
I regret giving some friends my blog address. Cos it's times when I am exasperated, and with almost no one to confide to, and am desperately needing an outlet to rant yet this blog can't provide me the privacy of it so.
I don't wanna revert to the old blog at diary-x where I can password-protect certain private entries. On one hand, keeping a physical diary which i used to have, is not that bad an idea, other than the fact that the kay-poh mother of mine absolutely have no idea the meaning of respect and privacy.
Now how when I have so much to grouse about?
My Gothic Jap Porn Star was upset with me (again). Sigh.
Nevermind, let's not talk about it. And why did she have to mention Martell walking in front of her? Jealous? Not really, I'm not that sort of possessive woman. Plus I always have a harem of my men to choose from. I just didn't want to recall him (he's special to me lah!) at this point when I am feeling all so fragile, am desiring companionship and a little physical intimacy.
Back on topic about today's hectic schedule. Been up since 5.30am, making my way down to NTU to submit yet another of those supporting documents. And I hate the layout and the map of NTU just as much! And with not much time to go before I've gotta make my way to Parkway Centre (which is the other end of the island from NTU at Jurong!), I was really tight for time. I got off not knowing which stop I should drop off at. And thank God for this rather charming, quite hamsem man who was equally lost but DROVE!!! And he gave me a lift to my destination - Student Services Office. It was a pity that I was too absorbed in getting my stuff settled and rushing off to work that I, in my haste, forgot to ask for his name and number! Ugh. Kill me. Yes, just kill me. But to whoever you are, a very big THANK YOU for your help.
Will post again as soon as I am feeling better. For now, shall go bathe and pack up.
I miss I miss I miss... whoever the hell you are.
posted by Sheena at 10:10 PM
2 Comments:
Sexy? Haha. At least it's still a compliment and he finds you SEXY! =)
zenith: you can't imagine my disgust. i mean come on, him constantly calling me sexy only tells me that he is..
1) desperate
2) horny
3) wanting to bonk and get laid
4) all of the above
it is bad. i rather he just call me by name. not like he doesnt know my name. thank god, he's pretty good looking. I would have been nastier in my replies.
I merely replied him telling him that I am not sexy, nor do I want to be called sexy. Its like telling me hey, you've got the body but no brains. DARN.
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