Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

You should totally watch Obsessed.

Thanks to Beyonce, I hope the message has finally crossed over to Yan, in a good way.

Her character said something like this to her husband "I specifically asked you if anything happened at the Christmas party and you said No. I just want the truth!" or someting like that lah eh. That sounds familiar and then my head snapped towards Yan's direction and he went like "It's just the movies" and I said "But movies draw inspirations from real-life people. Surely you of all people should know that." Hurhur. Don't quarrel with me lah.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to me huh. I am 20 years young this year. And Happy Birthday to Gong Yoo oppa. We share the same birthday. Like I said before, we were destined to be together - he just don't know it yet.

On Tuesday, I had a mother of all cramps and it wasn't funny at all.

So someone decided to step on my toes and ho boy, you picked a wrong day.

I just came back from the ladies when one of the secs told me one of the lawyers wanted to see me. I went into his room and he started saying "Why are all these papers in a mess? If there's no more space in the file, then can you please not be lazy and file them in another file?" WTF. Ok understand? WTF.

In the first place eh, I have not touched that particular matter for 2.5 months eh, and he knows this. The last thing I did anything for that file was 20 April this year. After that, it was given to another person to upkeep. So then why the fuck did he anyhow whack and accused me of being lazy and not get a new file right.

Second of all, my work area may seem messy and disorganised but I know where my things are. And the papers in my files are always kept neatly and properly. As in , everything is typed and arranged and no excess flying papers cos I cannot stand fat files either. So don't teach me how to file because I've been doing it longer than you.

I was pissed off lor. Did not help that I was having mother of all cramps and mother of all PMS, you know. And when I went back to my seat, I complained to my neighbour and just cried there, at my seat. And from that moment on, it was a crying fest. My cramps were so frequent and so painful that I cried at my desk again, because I don't know what else to do. I couldn't stand up to go home and I couldn't sit either cos my back hurt. Plus the emotional pain. Everything was too much. And I shamelessly cried in front of the MB. I think he's used to it by now. I think I'm beyond being embarrassed already. Whatever lah.

And then today right, the one who pisses Awin off came to the office limping. Limping! Haha.. Tu nama dia eh tuan-tuan dan puan-paun, is dholat. Retribution. Padan muka ok.

For the life of me, I cannot remember who the hell is Jimmy Ray. He looks like this.

Eli, Shoba, Zhen, Andrea and I met up with Jasie last evening. Jasie is a dear friend of mine who sat behind me in Sec 3 and 4 who liked to pull my hair and make funny, scary noises. I miss her very much and her son Travis (I call him Tyrese ala pak itam hurhur) is super cute. He's 8 now. It's hard to believe that J is a mother of an 8-year old. Cos she's still just herself. We've all grown 10 years olders but some things don't change. I enjoyed myself very much last night.

So one of the topics we talked about was Jimmy Ray and how one of his songs went like 'Are you Slim Ray? Are you Sting Ray? Are you Jimmy Ray?' or something... It was hilarious!

I can't wait to see them again this Saturday. I hope dinner at Bhav's happens too.

We were buying drinks at a mama shop when I chanced upon TIME magazine with a classic picture of MJ on the cover.

Huda and I contemplated and it didn't take us long to decide that yes, we should get it. It may costs $8 now but it could sell for $80,000. That about covers half of my retirement plan, since the minister says that to retire at the age of 65, a person needs $2m in reserves funds. Cheyba.

SO, I bought one, and planning to buy another one for safekeeping, sealed in a plastic cover all. The first copy, for my own reading and it'd be kept to a minimal of finger contact. All that finger-oil and finger-sweat all haha... Eh inside got alot of nice photos of him when young and with the Jackson 5 you know. Very colourful. And him in his Thriller peak and then to his waning music career when he was better known as Wacko Jacko.

I keep feeling that something's gonna happen. I don't know what. Just, something. Hmm. Uneasy.