Hi, my new nickname shall be Chubbcheeks.

I think life's been good, which explains the double chin, chubby cheeks, tummy, fatty arms and thighs that are multiplying itself like bacteria.

I've been snacking a lot.

Like literally a lot.

It is actually strictly no food allowed in the Call Centre, but you know, rules are meant to be broken, and everyone else is eating inside.

Yesterday i was damn mean. Kelly was absent, but she left a pack of chocolates on her desk. So me being very nice, decided to help her finish it up, in case some cockroaches decided to eat.
Why be nice to cockroaches right! Anyway its been left there for a night already. It'll be worst to leave it over the weekends.

Excuses.




Outside CC1 after games day! Alright i didnt know its, "Your Call Centre".

Anyway i think i've got mental block already. Just yesterday, i wanted to consult my supervisor about some excel stuffs, and i actually said, " XXX, i want to insult you about something."

UH HUH. Insult instead of consult.
DIE VIVIEN CHUBBCHEEKS.


Girlies!My partner in crime (:

Fuck my breakouts! Didnt issue me any warning and it all just came up like that.

Urgh, truckload of reports undone.
Shit this.
Sucks to be me, honestly.