The final hour has arrived. Today's duty clerk is nowhere in sight. Could probably be sleeping for all we know. Last time, he came damn late, so I technically had to waste about an hour of working time.


Itinerary for today:

1. Go home
2. Shower
3. Breakfast
4. Wrestle with the 2 monster while struggling to read the newspaper
   
5. Go out to Sim Lim to buy the Imation thumbdrive
6. Pop over to see Desmond for a bit
7. Go home
8. Chiong SilkRoad to lvl 50

Pretty much sums up what Saturday is going to be

Ha, champion. I'm on duty right now. (Yes, I'm a freaking slack.)

The Big Boss is especially nice today, we went to Jurong Point's Swenson to have a so-called fair-well dinner for two of the oldest cocks I know who belong to my department. One of them, Mr Y, the only indian in the entire department of chinese guys, is even the founder member of the department. Yah, like wow, so bloody old.

Lunch at Swenson's was fantastic, had sirloin steak, on the Big Boss of course. In the end, the bill for 26 of us came up to around $850. Woot!

OK, 12 hours to go. Hope tmr's clerk doesn't come late.

I didn't check out on Desmond these days. He re-admitted, as per schedule. This time round, there's more bad news. He has to go for the bone marrow to extend his lifespan, and non of his sisters are suitable matches to donate.

Complex these couple of days, marksman ship next week. Aiyah, life so stressful, and Desmond has to make it worse.

Since you're ass enough to take up my attention, I shall dedicate a post specially for you. After you read this, go reformat your computer, preferably wash you keyboard and mouse, infact, buy a new computer so that you won't have to get in contact with remains of your masturbation after long studies on porn sites. I take it you must be really bored from all that porn to come here.

And yes, also get knocked down by a taxi driver while you're at it, because people like you deserve even more special attention than the most demanding people. Oh hell, I hope a 747 just drop out from the sky and falls on your puny head.

anonymous:
what's wrong with asking Christians for a prayer meeting in front of people of other religions? How does that infringe on your right to believe in your own faith? Looking at what you write on your blog, you obviously think very highly of yourself.

Oh yes, you've been obviously reading up on my posts. I must say you have amazing attention span. That has been one long shot you obviously counted on me not tracing it back. You think just for your minion needs I'll go flip back my shite posts, you must be crazy. So I am telling you to take whatever information about Christians you've read on my website and shove it right up your arse.

I've already made my stand religion-wise, and I prefer my current practise on obeying my deity, which is the 大伯公. Again, take your Christianity, leave the world with your tainted soul, leave the rest of us who don't believe --- alone.

Regarding what I write on my blog, usually I don't look back, fyi. So again, take it or leave it. This is my rant site, mine, you get it? Can this short sentence even get pass your ears? Let's not mention the brain, shall we?

anonymous
Does insulting every person you meet for the first time make you feel better about yourself? Grow up.

Urm, yah. I'm not exactly how sure to put forward it to you in simple terms. You see, if I don't like you, usually there's something about you not likable. (Can you understand so far?) This particular characteristic about you kinda manifested until its covered your entire life till you've become sort of a walking advertisement for UNLIKABILITY.

I'm not sure if you have a particular fancy for shit --- you know, like dung. My liking for you will surely be similar to my liking for dung if you even managed to find out I don't like you.

About the growing up part, I'm really not sure. I take it you surely have the intelligence of your god to tell me to be more mature.

anonymous
btw please brush up on your english if you want to have your own blog. You make many spelling errors. There's no such word as pervetic.

I tOk whAt I lIk3. S0 wHaT r U gg 2 sAy N0W? You're really making me tired of your antics. C'mon. Again, this is my blog. Mine. I like teh way ma engrish are. If you really want to make a big fuss out of it, show me your portfolio, we'll do an online poll, raise it up to a site with high traffic like Tomorrow.sg to 1) route traffic to YOUR blog to read on YOUR fantastic English 2) see who's English language is better.

You noted that I make many spelling errors. I don't have to prove to you how I cannot spell. I really can't spell, matter of fact. And pevertic? What pervetic? You must have really sharp eyes. Like WOW, SHARP EYES SIAL.

anonymous
ur jus lame and need to grow up...ull realise wen u get olde, got no time for ppl like u

Why did you come back?


I hope you're creaming your pants now what I got your comments noticed. If you're really not satisfied, you're welcomed anytime to drop me an email. No worries, I'll be sure to pick it up from the junk section, frame up your mail. Hell, I'll even make a copy, laminate it, put it beside my computer desk to make sure I don't spell pervertic as otherwise.

Its been a frigging week. I took Abigail and Mich along for blood testing, they have suitable blood type, so we'll know if they can join the other 3 who are confirmed donors.

Desmond finished the chemotherapy already. Now his immune system will go crashing down so darn low, they're locking him up in an isolated ward to let the body get used to less viruses at the same time.