A Fucking Story

I snapped at Kelen so loudly I almost embarrassed myself.


K: Eh sorry leh. I accidentally open this letter and then I realised it was for you.
M: (read the letter) Why did you open? Can’t you see my name on the envelope?
K: No lah. Geok Leng said I must open and read every letter addressed to the editor, mah.
M: Are you blind? There’s my name there!
K: I saw the word “Editor” mah.
M: (gave her a cold hard stare) Yes, there is the word “Editor” but there is no “YG”.
K: I only saw the word “Editor” mah and Geok Leng said I must …
M: Yeah but this letter doesn’t have the word “YG”!
K: I don’t know mah. I ..
M: Yeah yeah yeah! Whatever! (under my breath: Fucker!)

After that I sat on my seat, still teething with anger. Tears were brimming in my eyes.

One thing I don’t like is to have people opening my letters and reading my mails. The excuse she gave may be valid to some but I am sorry, I didn’t buy it. Just because my designation was written by the sender didn’t give her the fucking right to read the card given by my consultant. What? She’s my fucking boss now? And don’t get me started on GL. What? I cant receive any sealed, unread letters now?


If you think the world revolves around you, fuck you.
Fuck the whole lot of you.
Yes, all of you incompetent wankers and sad assholes.

Fuck fucking you.


I dont feel the fucking mood to go bbq-ing. Fuck. i dont like bbq in the fucking first place. Guess what? There's the fucking company bbq next fucking week. Ah, fuck the fucking charcoal!

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