Everyday at work is bad enough a day; & by scheduling me to work with someone I’m hoping I won’t bump into ain’t a great help, my dear manager.

Let this person I’m gonna talk about now be ”Y”.
I have no detest towards Y or whatsoever. Let’s just put it this way that I’m just kinda afraid of him. I don’t know whether I could trust my gut feelings initially but one of my fellow colleagues had proven my suspicions to be a confirmed truth (skip the details). Y had developed some feelings for me somehow, & he displayed his affections in a freaky- eccentric way.

How’s asking me to take care (out of the blue) & down some ’po chai’ pills just because I took a wee bit too long in the toilet?
I cannot stand in front of the mirror for 15minutes meh?
What’s with asking me to take care (out of the blue again), cuz he concluded that my body must be having ultimate hang ups as he spotted a few teeny-weeny concealable pimples?
Why I not human is it? Cannot have a bit of pimples?

& When I say out of the blue, I really meant wayyyyy out of the blue situations. Say, when I’re sharing a real funny joke with my colleague & Y mysteriously emerged beside me & murmured something about me erm- having diarrhea.

I beg his pardon???

& Also, is there a need to stand right behind me with wide open arms whenever I climbed onto a stool to reach for something stored high?
It’s not as if the stool is hundred feet tall can? I won't die even if I, touch wood, fall.
Every time, I smiled politely as a form of thanking him for his concern as we’re not yet on familiar terms; but as he continued with his irritating fuss over me (as if he has taken my smile as a cue for him to carry on fussing). I feel bad to admit that I found Y real irritating, but his actions have made him an annoyance which no one can deny. At one point I just couldn't smile anymore.

Though it’s always nice knowing that somehow u’re still attractive enough to somebody, it became a torment when u know u’ve got all the wrong kind of attention.

I don’t like having people popping into the store room & staying there for my entire break to chat me up while I’m eating. I don’t like being eavesdropped on when I’m having conversations with anyone. I don’t like to sense anyone fixing his beady eyes on me whenever he thinks I ain’t looking. Don’t call me pet names, it makes me squirm; & I don’t see the need for u to press ur body against mine even though I indeed am obstructing the NETS machine at that moment when u wanna use it.
Acts-kyews-me.(excuse me.)
Don't know how to say is it??

Whether or not u’re Hokkien; how fast u can chow down that burger; how to get ur look (lols); or ur birth story ain’t any of my concern. I hate acting like I’m interested in ur never ending topics about urself, as well as ur infinite prompts to tell u more about myself. I ended up ranting to innocent Aimin who merely popped by the shop to chat me up. Told Aimin I so badly wanted to go home just to bawl into my pillow. I rang up my manager immediately after ranting to ask for additional off on Monday. I need a break from all these shit that’s been haunting me for the past weeks.
Pretty much dreadfully.

U can have my entire sardine puff if u accidentally took a bite. I beg of u not to force me to eat the remains by saying random stuffs that intimidates me like ”Aiya cuz I’m the one who bite ur sardine puff what, if it’s ur boyfriend who bit it u won’t mind one right?” Ending the question with a scorn on ur face.

Can’t u see that ur hundredth & the first attempt in finding out whether or not I’m attached has failed again? Silence is all the response u deserve.
Angie never gave a damn to people who intimidates her.
I don’t know why u’re so desperate to know whether or not I'm attached; well, perhaps I know. However gut feelings told me never to reveal that I’m single though. Spells danger. Claiming that I’m attached ain’t the solution too, cuz I’m not & I don’t wanna lie.
Thank u for putting me in a catastrophic situation. How I love u for that.

I know I’m darn cruel to upload this shit; but if anyone’s gonna dish me this
What’s wrong with falling in like with u gurl? Poor guy! kinda comment; u had never put urself in my shoe. I’m bursting inside constantly trying to act kind & merciful towards all kinds of people that were once or currently in like with me. & I meant all kinds; nice or nasty, normal or psychotic. Pressure can only push me to retaliation, not succumb. Wrong guys can flare up for all they want just because I don’t wanna date them. I don’t give a fucking damn. I don’t need to act like I might fall for them anytime just to make them happy. If they turn nasty, I don’t even see the need to be kind towards them too.

If we’re never meant to be, we’ll never be.

Should one day I’m became an overdose of irritation to the person I fancy, I’ll rather he’s mean towards me than to lead me on by being all nice.

Work next Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday & Saturday. Four high chances of hitting bull’s eye for lousy schedule.
How nice.