Today, I'm having leftover pizza for breakfast. I reheated the damn piece of bread for five minutes and it turned out crust unheated, ingredients melted and sauce dried. :( Fcuked up microwave machine in a fcuked up company. Oh well, company's lunch later (yes, again) at the yatch club. I'm so going to eat till I bloat and explode with butterflies and get the company's pocket so dry since the company's been over utilizing me to do things which are not within my scope. I don't mean to repeat this, but indeed, I hate the fat belly man who is so fat that he can't even bring himself to pick up pieces of torn papers on the floor, yes. I understand, sometimes, big bellies make hindrance. And yes, I do comprehend your Hokkien language Mr Fat.
I know that I shouldn't be cursing and swearing during this auspicious period since CNY hasn't officially ended. But, I hope that your belly will explode like a bomb while eating and I will be laughing my hearts out and see you cry like a baby with me stuffing more pizzas into your tummy. I'll pour tobasco all over your head, sting your eyes and knock your teeth, throw you into the sea and drop roses onto the water. In your next life, if you're lucky enough, be a mermaid. Otherwise, reincarnate as a maid with villainous employers who will not put a cease to making you act like the pre-fortunate cinderella.
Anyway yesterday, Debbie and myself had a mini Valentines celebration in class. We bought Soup Spoon and cakes for dinner. The cake I bought was pretty and yummylicious, while Debbie's looked like hard rock shit. HAHA!
Anyhows, off to chucking the one quarter eaten microwaved disastrous pizza.
P/s: Fat bellied man looks like a big fat angbao today.