I am scared!

I nearly freaked out over my own health.

I was already coughing since IDK when already. Then it got worse over time.

I believe it was because I worked, Being cashier, I talked to so much customers. Sometimes, I force a cough to clear my throat. You'll know if you work and talk to so much customers. The feeling that your voice gets muffled and tired, you just wanna stop speaking and talking, but you can't. So that's why I sometimes I cough so hardly, I didn't realise that it could hurt my throat. For trying to continue talking to the next customer in a loud-enough-voice. Arrgh.

A few days back, I found out that I coughed out a bloody piece of phlegm. Sure frightening to see it. My first time seeing bloody phlegm. I panicked, and then started thinking of the worst case scenarios. That's just me. furthermore, I have already been hospitalised because of Pneumothorax! I was't going to gamble with my life for another time. I let things go by for a few more days, but always, even though I do not cough out the bloody phlegm more than once a day, I was worried sick. The last straw was when I came back home form supper after work. I coughed once, and then from that cough, I had this keep-on-wanting-to-cough terrifying thing. I was scared of coughing out more bloody stuff!!! You cannot imagine the shock and fear I had. Cause of that amount of worry, I cried okay! But not for long. I just couldn't control those few drops of tears.

I saw the doctor the next day. I am so glad he said I was just exerting too much on my poor throat. So much that it bled.

WHEW!

Seriously, life is hectic and busy when you really want it to be.

First, going  back to Pepper Lunch was like I'm zooming back into work straight away. Lots to catch up on, including new menus, new grammage changes, SOPs and newer changes, put it simply. Nevertheless, work is work what. Luckily HOG PL has a decent group of friends. I'm lucky to be working at a place I can call my third home.

Secondly, it comes to the worst part of this month. Signing a 5 day contract to work at EXPO Popular Book fair was a complete disaster, thanks to imoto san. Stupid to start off with is that f***ing bimbotic motherf***er named Daisy. I'm using it as a general name here, so that she can't retort back. That biatch was immediately one of those people I condemn when I had the first few minutes knowing her briefly. Sometimes, some people just immediately diss you off, and you know you don't want to associate with these f***ers. Yep. She's one of them, and she happened to be one of the consultants that are supposed to help people find jobs. Sorry, biatch, I don't think I'm gonna talk with you for even 5 seconds. F*** off.
Popular fair: Work's tough! Stupid helluva list of regulations that disses nearly any teens off. What, we can't use our phones at all? Fucking stupid rule. And moreover, the person in charge of us wasn't exactly friendly as well. The only thing I liked about my job there was that I manage to get up early for work, and also meeting my 2 HODs; Cy and Jacquelynn. 2 very friendly, sociable fun people who shares our same teen ideas. Also got to know more people in NYP. Especially my sidekick-look-alike, Keith Yeo. What the crap, he sometimes thinks the same stuff as I am thinking. CREEPY uncanny effect.

Finally, I have no time to sit down and really slack for hours in front of the comp. At least not this period. It's work time. For those things I wanted to buy.

HI.

My baby's still too complicated till now.

Blood's boiling. All because of the phone / transferring contacts / uploading media / music / album artwork. Again, the perfectionist inside of me takes over insidiously. Sometimes, I just wish I wasn't so fussy and precise.

Still fretting over the phone even after one exact bloody week. Hell man.

Gonna end this by this week. HAH.

MINI: PRO

Yay. New phone.


Life never felt better than the time I actually got my phone in a cardboard shopping bag. Along with the Excitement contained within that rectangular package inside. Oh!


The week was also surprisingly smooth sailing and peaceful. I managed to get what I want (my X10 mini pro baby), work was okay without fail as usual. I love working at F&N right now. How I wish I could stay and work.

The sheer thought of having to go back schooling is dreadful. Especially when that insidious, insane hidden mega-stress machine lies awaiting for you every single day.

I seriously prefer work. Well, at least I don't need to face people whom I don't wish to. I pity my friends doing FYP right now. But thinking back, Everyone would have their fair share of good and bad bah. Only when it is happening. 


Now just fetched sister to tuition. Now, I am surfing at MacDonalds. Yea, with a bunch of crispy fries and the ice-cold coke right beside it.

And, yes. I hate that 'old' woman. The woman who always disgusts me with her ever-fake-to-all-but-herself facade mask... I hope she knows that I AM talking about her. Tsktsktsk. Bye, for now.

HAPPY B'DAY SINGAPORE!

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Alright, this effort was well worth it for my Singapore. Though pathetic. Hehe.

Don't bellittle Singapore. And don't think it it's small and thus being insignificant in those eyes. 

In my eyes, Nothing beats this little red dot. NOTHING.  Forever. However small it may be.

Thanks Karen, for those small help put into this big '45' !! My little sister is like, so amazing at times. Even better than me at scrutinizing the accuracy of the image.... Haha.

Anyway, now the important part:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! MAJULAH SINGAPURA!!!