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The Misadventures of Udon Girl is entirely fictional. Perhaps it doesn't even exist. No animals were harmed in the making of its articles. Any and all resemblances to real people, places, or things dead or living are entirely coincidental. Its content is not publicized in any way, shape, or form, and is purely for the entertainment of its creator.
Udon Girl

The Misadventures of Udon Girl

Some women are born in greatness. Some women achieve greatness. But I suspect most just have great piss trust upon them.

Sadly, I belong to the latter.

The reason why I said I got great piss trust upon me is because I’m typing this. I’m typing this because I am so miserble. When I worked OT last Friday, it was with the understanding that I’ll get a day off today. I thus can’t comprehend why I am typing this on the office PC yet again.

The scary thing is that I’m almost used to getting abused already. I was bullied by schoolmates from elementary till uni. I was bullied by sadistic sergeants in CAT. So I guess it’s no surprise that I’m desensitized to getting bullied by my colleagues.

“I’m surprised you haven’t tried jumping off a building or something,” commented an old friend over dinner the other day. “If I were you I probably would.” She said that almost nonchalantly before taking a bite of her sushi.

“I value life above everything else ok?”, I retorted after wolfing down my Katsudon. “My mum spent long months carrying me in her tummy, I can’t do that kind of thing to her!”

“Whatever,” said she after taking a sip of the green tea, “Besides, you’ll probably fail miserably and make a fool out of yourself if you did try jumping.”


I have no idea why I am still friends with Sadistic Friend.

With Love,
Udon Girl

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