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Random people

There are random people who are commenting on my blog like nobody's business.

And I think I sounded really childish a few months ago.

Feeling bloody unwell

I am feeling totally bloody unwell now. ARGH!!!

And I didn't even realise that somebody can be so heartbroken after being dumped. Like HEARTBROKEN. Oh gosh, and I haven't been nice to him. Sorry, and I mean it. I probably never ever want to feel this way.

And this leads me to contemplate whether I will be different now if I had made a different choice.

Ok, enough thinking, totally don't feel like thinking anymore. Bloody hell, my shoulders ache.

And yea, thanks JN for being my good friend for so many years. It's been that long since you went off with cheryl to eat hotdog bun for recess. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yea, and don't feel guilty. You asked me to go with you but I refused coz I was angry for goodness knows what reason.

A Dad joke

Dad jokes are a special form of humour. They are marked by two distinctive features. They are (a) not funny in the first place, and (b) increasingly less funny after endless repetition. (How come I suddenly think I crack a lot of Dad jokes? HAHA.)

A shattered child tells the story of driving with her father past a cemetery in a country town. In vain, she waited for him to make the remark: "Look at that, kids, it's the dead centre of the town- people are dying to get in there."

Such shocking case studies are one reason the government is establishing Dad Joke training centres, helping young fathers who can't get their Dad Jokes flowing. Says one counsellor, "Yong children naturally look up to their fathers and see them as a font of wisdom and authority. The Dad Joke is an important part of the process of separation, whereby the child realises that the father is a real person, with flaws and imperfections."

Haha. I guess it's different in the States and here. We don't really get to hear many Dad Jokes around here. I have never heard one from my Dad, that is.

Lost memories

I was just watching one episode from Heroes and Mr Bennet threatened I-van that he will get the Haitian to erase all of I-van's most precious memories if he didn't co-operate. Memories of his wedding and of the birth of his children.

How is it to live without one's own memories? Endless suffering I suppose.

By the way, Alzheimer's disease strikes 1 in 20 persons over the age of 65.

Bloody random

Somebody just randomly posted a comment on my blog. The point is it's in SPANISH. HAHAHAHHAHAHHA.

Spur of the moment

Mexican proverb: The house is not built on the ground, it is built on the woman.

Another Mexican proverb: The family is everything.

OLA Everyone.

My One True Love

I love reading and thank goodness the holiday is here to allow me to return to my one true love! :)

Doomed

I am totally doomed for TWC. I think the exam questions were like questionable. As in, I don't know how to answer them? And I didn't finish the second question. And I don't think I answered correctly. I really think this is crap man.

And you are so bloody f***ed up, aren't you? Giving me a curt and rude answer saying that you haven't discussed anything with your friends? WOW! Your notes and summary you prepared came out? So BLOODY LUCKY aren't you? Information overflow right? Bloody f***er. And you say your gf has interested some other useless freak in another school? WHY? WHY? Must be someone who has a better standard of english right? Go and have your everlasting love and s** life, F***ED-UP LOSER.

And to the two of you who printed notes for yourselves, F*** off. And I paid for your notes. Oooh, the irony of it. Selfish, ungrateful imbeciles. Short term memory is obviously something you two have. I am probably going to think twice before doing anything selfless for you two again. SERIOUSLY, USELESS, IRKSOME IMBECILES. Why are there so many screwed-up people in my life?

Sometimes

Sometimes, I think some people should learn to grow up. It's like so childish. Do they know anything else besides their own "suffering"? It's like what do you really think you are facing? It's nothing. It's just that dwelling on it makes you feel much worse than you should. I am probably in no position to comment as I occasionally dwell on my own misery more than I should encourage myself to.

Sometimes, I can't take it and I have this uncontrollable urge to throw stuff at your face. However, after discussing with my mother, that will probably reflect badly on me. Really, I think overreacting is a disease you suffer from. I am not sure whether it's terminal or not. Don't ask me anything if my opinion doesn't count. Bloody hell.

Sucky day

My sucky day started at 615am. I hadn't slept since last night and was feeling cranky. After checking my mail, I realised that my comms grade for the persuasion assignment was out. Well, I got a BLOODY B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-. B-.

BLOODY HELL!!!!! I got B-.

And I screwed up my individual presentation for TWC as well. BLOODY HELL.

It's all over

I am suffering from a horrible headache and I hope you have a great time till the end of your miserable life. I wished I never came here. I wished my life didn't begin.

Bloody screwed up

You are such a bloody screwed up school with bloody screwed up people. With a screwed up system and screwed up directors and screwed up programmes. Basically, you have screwed up my life and screwed up your reputation. I am words away from saying the F word. Let me control myself first.

BLOODY SCREW YOU. GO SCREW YOURSELF. SCREW OFF. SCREW YOUR STAFF, SCREW YOUR STUDENTS, SCREW THE OFFICES, SCREW EVERYONE.

I am so disillusioned right now. You guys have made my day. I am crestfallen, I have never cried during these past few weeks of toture but just one email was enough for somebody who was emotionally stable to lose it. YES, I have lost it. I couldn't stop. As if my life isn't bloody horrible as it is. I should have gone away. As if the sorrow I have always felt all my life was not enough. IN THE END, JUSTICE NEVER PREVAILS. NEVER. Yes, I have seen enough of this world. Somebody, please just kill me. I have no wish to remain here anymore. Just kill me, end my suffering. KILL ME WITH SWIFT BLOWS, STABS, RUN ME OVER WITH A CAR. ANYTHING, just please help me end it. I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel so let me see the one I am supposed to see before I cross over.

Doing it right

I can never do anything right.

Overworked

I think my comms presentation is going to be great! RS did a great great great job with the slides and the video and I was so wowed by it. This is like making me feel hopeful. I initially thought we were going to die because we only prepared for like less than two week. The idea only began to take shape like last week. Now, it's so bloody cool! That means I can still do it for the rest of my work.YES!!!

Now, I have to go and memorise my script and think about how to tie my hair for tomorrow.

Death beckons

I am such a coward, aren't I? I want to die so all my work can end.

Infatuation defined

Infatuation (noun):

1. a foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or attraction.
2. an object of extravagant, short-lived passion.
3. temporary love of an adolescent.

Double dare me to face my obsession

Well, my dear SY, I can't! And I won't. That's why it's called infatuation! It's one-sided. I like that kind of bitter sweet feeling. I am in no position to confront him. HAHA.

Yes, I am currently happy with my infatuation. So, don't spoil it. It's so fun.

Continued

I am in TWC lesson now. I am so bloody bored. OK, there is this stupid girl who is using an A4 size paper and reading from it for her individual presentation. Now, is that dumb or what? Worse still, she presented before and our prof told us not to use cue cards etc as it shows that you haven't internalise. STUPID!

Ok, I am going to continue my story. ZM came in but obviously I didn't respond. What do you want me to do? SAY HI??? OK, when we reached the 2nd floor, he let SH and I out first. Haha. I think I have seen too many guys who rush out of the lift once the door opens. OK, so given my inculcated politeness, I said "Thank you" and I was quite surprised when he said "Welcome".

Totally think he damn cute. I totally get wobbly legs when I see gentlemanly guys. Haha. I swear my heart beat faster when we were in the lift. I could hear. Haha. OK, the feeling is back. I like the feeling. :)

High again

OK, I am high again. Haha.

Well, just now, SH and I were in the lift coming down from the 5th floor of library. I was having a bloody headache and the lift stopped at the 4th floor. I was thinking "Who the bloody hell is hindering me from getting to the 2nd floor?" Then, some random guy entered and guess who entered??? OK, ZM.

Well, now I am too frustrated to continue coz England are losing 2-1 to Russia!!!!!

Infatuation

This is so sad. That feeling lasted for like 5 hours. Came and went off swiftly.

I was totally infatuated with him due to his gentleman flair and suaveness. But now, I am so sad. I really don't know why I suddenly feel like this. The infatuation disappeared in a sudden flash.

SAD SAD SAD SAD SAD

I will always love you

Daddy, you have been in heaven for one year. I hope you are happy there. And I hope you will look down on us sometimes. And please don't forget us. I won't ever forget you. You are the best daddy I have ever had and will always have. I love you and I miss you all the time. I MISS YOU EVERYDAY.

Bloody thick-skinned

Nobody is going to make this advocate thing look like crap. Yes, I have been chosen as one of the 50 advocates for the ENTIRE school. Anything wrong with that? I am incredibly honoured and actually excited to do this. WHY? Through my whole bloody pathetic secondary and junior college school life, I was never given any opportunity to represent my school. I think it's because I had no achievements, results were absolutely unlookable and was also outshone by so many other people. But, look at this now! My university chose me to be an advocate and promote the school to the rest of the WORLD. Ok, I am exaggerating. Just to prospective students. Haha.

So please, don't tell me: "OH, I deleted all my mail!" Come on man, don't live in self denial. You didn't get it means you didn't get it. Obviously being a bloody scholar does not automatically give you a chance to be an advocate. YES, so please, stop it. I have gotten so tired and so disillusioned that I don't want to listen to anymore of your yakking. PLEASE, just stop it. It just gets on my nerves that you probably think you are better than me in all ways. I have not had the chance to express my views of you being such a slut and guy-attention seeker. You bloody slut. And yes, since the dean or associate dean of my school thinks I have the qualities that you apparently lack, kudos to me. You can go be a bloody civil servant after your pathetic 4 years here.

Yes, you might think. This mental person writing this is also living in self denial. NO, I live in self admiration. Yup. I do. I now admire myself for all my bloody qualities. And I am also convinced that I have the right to be proud. Nobody should or can put me down. Yes, like I say, not everything will go my way, but I will accept it.

MUAHAHAHAHAHA. I am really getting mental.

Living my life as a zombie

Actually, I love the school library. I really love it. It's so conducive. I actually study there.

I went to NTU on Monday to visit my beloved friends and yes, I still love them as much as before. You may be surprised. I am one who suppresses her emotions except for anger that is. But I realised that I miss my TJ friends so much. It seems so normal to be with them and for a few hours, I forgot about the bloody life I am leading now and wished so much that I could have my JC life back again. I never liked my JC and that hasn't really changed much but yes, my friends are SO NICE! Haha, I have decided to forget all the unhappy incidents.

I now hate all guys who are desperate, so desperate even though they are attached. Gosh, Please think of your other half. It's so disrespectful and unfair to them, you bastards. YES, THAT'S THE WORD. Please give me a chance to respect you too.

When I remember what I was going to complain about, then I will write. DAMN it, I am like getting Alzheimer's.

Yes, my life is sad

My life is really bloody sad. I am in the school library studying. :( Then after this, I have a meeting.

Tomorrow I have a project meeting in the morning with disgusting people. And I have not done what I am supposed to do for that project yet. I will rush it when I go back. Then I am studying in school again tomorrow. My life is full of studying. Or else I will lose out and cannot catch up. WHY? Why is everyone so competitive? This is so tiring.

But if I don't study in school, I won't study at home. I slacked one whole day away yesterday and I felt so guilty for not doing anything useful and substantial. Yes, I have become like this against my own will.

Bloody bloody bloody hell

I don't want to curse but I don't have a choice. I am so bloody embarrassed that I want to kill myself. It's like as if I am throwing myself at him. The problem is that I already tried my best to stop sending stuff already but the screwed up application/website just ignored my request when I clicked the button "Forget it". BLOODY HELL.

And I don't care but I am going to rant again. Bloody disgusting woman. It is all your bloody fault besides mine that I am dying from editing the report. All thanks to you who copied and pasted from Wikipedia. If it's other websites, I can still paraphrase and edit the report. Probably not with ease but without much difficulty. BUT WHAT THE BLOODY F*** WERE YOU THINKING? You should know better than to copy and paste from Wikipedia. OK, you argue that I was the one who gave you the website. SO?!?!?!?!!? Did I ask you to copy from there? I just told you that there is some relevant information on there for our project. U BLOODY BITCH!

Then what did you ask me to do? You told me to come up with a bloody 4 minutes script from a 12 page report in 15 minutes. Mission Impossible. And then you told me to stop playing my game. Just bloody F off. And who gave you the bloody right to glare at me when I had a 8 minutes script. It couldn't be helped. Don't expect something fantastic from some crap that you gave me. And why did you not allow me to edit my own script. You kept saying that you were damn tired but then why refuse to let me edit my own script? Bloody F.

Bloody hell. I should get started on editing the report now. And I clashed shirts with the same guy again. What the... I mean what other embarrassing things can I do? Seems like a lot. I mass sent my really ugly graffitti to everyone when I instructed the bloody website not to.

Horrible

Saturday was so bloody horrible coz I was harrassed by a BLACK at the busstop. And my mean mum scolded me for going home too late. I was doing work, ok!!!

This is so bloody boring. That P*** is like still getting on my nerves. Doing all sorts of things to make every other person in the group angry. And bloody HQ is like bloody slack. What kind of bloody TA is that?

I am so bloody sad that I cannot study in the UK. I so wanted to live a different life, something that I believe I have been yearning for. Going on exchange and touring the country is definitely still different from going there for like 3 years.

Barcelona won anyway. I love Barcelona. I love Barcelona. I love Barcelona.

Tri-touch meeting was very bloody boring today. I didn't have any proper ideas or suggestions. And am I really that bloody commited to doing this? I still don't like that bloody uncleish HL and the put on lots-of-makeup W. I must try and get along.

I want to slap another person

Yes, I want to slap him. The totally irritating guy in my LTB group. Totally different from the one I was scolding in the previous post. WTH.

Bloody shit. You don't understand English issit? Don't understand that you cannot buy materials to teach RECYCLING issit? My god, totally NO BRAINS! Someone, please enlighten him. AHHHHHHHHHH!

Deceived by your looks

Yes, I was deceived by your looks. OMG, I was deceived by your looks. You are a bloody male bimbo. You bloody airhead.

Yes, so what if you have looks?!?!? So what if you wear Ben Sherman? If you are going to do stuff that doesn't belong to that image, I totally despise you. Please bloody clear up after yourself and don't leave rubbish lying around. I totally want to slap you.

Wednesday

I took a picture of myself using Teresa's phone. Muahahaha. I actually look so ridiculous that all my friends started laughing. WALAU. Laugh...

I got back my FA paper today. I got A+. At least I think I did, if there is no moderation. But there were more than 50% of people who got A and above. Haha, not too sure about the male bimbo though.

They say my picture go around scaring people. Haha. I have a presentation tomorrow and I never memorise my script and I need to wear formal. SHARKS. And have to see that bloody disgusting bitch tomorrow. Totally make my guts uncomfortable.

I miss DHS

I love Dunman High alot. I realise that after so many years. Haha. Though I didn't have that many pleasant memories there, it did make me feel safe. Haha.

I am so completely random. :)

Mountain of work waiting for me

Seriously, I should get down to doing my homework. I really have LOTS of it. But then, I seem to be super slack. Muahahahaha.

I went for one of my CCA meetings today and boy did I want to beat up those two disgusting arseholes. Really, act smart, talk smart but seriously I think they have got helium in their heads. Why helium? Because they are stupid, so they only have a gas in their heads and also because helium forces them to float thinking they are above the rest. YUCKS. Writing out their names will probably pollute my blog. YUCKS.

I couldn't keep my disgust or displeasure of them off my face. And they were so irritating.

Arsehole 1: I think we are going to have a hard time defending our group's ideas later.
Arsehole 2: Exactly. I don't know.

Arsehole 1: I think there is something missing, you know.
Arsehole 2: Exactly, you are right. I also think there's something missing.
Me: If you think there is something missing, then tell us what it is.
Arsehole 1 & 2 in chorus: But we don't know what is missing. If we knew, we would have said it out long ago.

OK, OMG. I can't believe there are such idiots around. BLOODY HELL. And during the discussion of ideas, they totally shot down our group's ideas. Talking about how lousy they were. Their point: We girls are a bunch of bimbos who have less brains than the two of them combined. MY GOSH! Ironically, they were from our group and shot down the ideas. SO FUNNY AND AMUSING!!

If they are in my group to do the project or something, I will just quit. Yes, I will quit.

And to add on to my depression, I saw the grade of one of my written assignments. I got B. I am so bloody sad. My grades are so lousy I think I should just go and die.

In me

I am supposed to be even busier with more deadlines to meet and I have lots of homework and have a 10% of final grade quiz next week. Two presentations and a currently screwed up CSP. This bloody sucks. Well, then how come I still have time to blog? No idea.

I dreamt of him that day. But he was in his secondary school uniform. So this is the absurdity of my dream. So many years have passed but he is still at that age? HAha. I still cannot figure out why the liking wasn't mutual.

I was at the majors talk today and totally fell asleep when the profs were talking. Totally not interesting. But my friend said that I was damn funny. Coz whenever one prof finished, the asleep me would start clapping along with the other people in the conference hall. Haha. She called it "reflex action". Haha. Maybe.

And I am impressed with SMU graduates. They really speak bloody well. Maybe that's what sets us apart from the other university graduates. But at my current state, I don't know whether I can finish my 4 years without permanent damage to my mental health. Muahahaha.

You never write anyone off

BBC Sport: Owen demonstrated at Wembley that only a fool writes off the most reliable and ruthless striker England have had in the last decade. McClaren said: "You have to say it again. You never, ever write off Michael Owen. He is cute in and around the box, and his game is more complete than many realise as he has matured.

Oooh, cute huh? Now his critics can go and bloody bury their heads and cry for making wrong predictions. MUAHAHAHAHA.

Actually, I am supposed to practise for my presentation but writing here makes me feel better.
OK, SY, u can bloody do it!!!

Haha, I just can't stop saying bloody. I am so pro-Britain.

A bit better now

I am less stressed now. Coz I have finished my stuff for tomorrow. Ok,most of it. I am actually supposed to do LTB now but my laziness in my bones is preventing me from doing that. MUAHAHAHA.

The prof wanted to shift everyone one seat down coz there was an empty seat beside me and the guy at the end seemed to have a bit of difficulty seeing. I was like "NO!!!". I want to maintain a distance from ZM. I don't like him. At least there is like one seat between us. And I happen to love putting all my things all over the place. So an empty seat beside me is GREAT! I pratically fill up the desk with my TBs and notebooks. And I fill up the chair with my bag. Haha. Well, obviously I am not a bloody selfish freak. So, my stuff occupies half of the desk space and his bag occupies the other half. And my bag fills half of the chair and his umbrella takes the other half. SEE! I am so NICE!

There are no handsome guys around the school for me to look at. And James Morrison's "The Pieces don't Fit Anymore" is like BLOODY great and depressing! OK, that's completely random.

Die, died, dead

I am losing it. Actually, I lost it. I went mad that day when I realised I couldn't finish my work. I feel so bloody alone.

I don't know why I have nothing to say. There's something terribly wrong. Actually, mad people don't know they are mad. So, in conclusion, I am not mad.

I AM NOT MAD.

SHUT UP

I purposely left the conversation as they were a bit deaf and stupid and didn't understand what I was saying. I am ANGRY that I had to repeat myself 3 times.

Burnt out

Don't tell me it's too early to feel burnt out. But that's what's happening. I can't believe it either. It has only been two weeks of school. But here I am again, not going my homework, not going through my readings. TIRED.

Well, I sit beside a cute guy for one of my classes. I think I sound disgusting. YEA, I do.

I can't stand a girl from one of my classes. She was actually sitting at one of the seats. Then, this cute guy came in. She moved seat and sat beside him! SO BLOODY OBVIOUS!

I have found quite a number of friends. Not the close kind, just the kind to do project with. So, i generally don't have to worry about not having a project group! :) I think I am kinda mean. Out of my 4 modules, 3 of my profs let us choose our own groups. And I absolutely resist doing with the PRCs and the IN. Short form better. Don't want to offend anyone. I don't want to do with them due to the communication problem. I feel a bit sorry for them as no one wants to group with them.

Life

All the ironies of life just don't sum up.

I don't understand it.

Farewell Antonio Puerta.

You deserve more but Heaven has other plans for you.

Rest in Peace.

I think

I really think that the world is so different now. And my friends are so different now. All strangers to me. It's scary. Maybe I should change too. To adapt. Be a chameleon.

I feel like I am drowning. I can't believe just two days of modules can make me feel like calling for help. I feel so tired.

I want to have lessons with my friends. I don't want to go into a class, just like what happened today. Go in there and feel so left out and so neglected. I am not invisible. I expect my opinions to be respected. You have no right to continue talking.

I miss all my friends from Bondue, FTB and most of all DOD. Will you all save me from drowning?

Haiz

I never knew that I would be dreading school like this. I don't feel like going at all. And I am so tired of having to see the people in school. THOSE PEOPLE who just make me lose my appetite to study. I know that there are so many of these girls around. I have to think about my GPA all the time and I definitely hope that I meet nice people in class.

I am afraid of what's in store for me.

Sometimes, I really wonder if I have made the right choice.

Timetable

My timetable is actually quite good for a slacker like me. And good for people who cannot wake up in the morning. And good for people who go clubbing. WHATEVER.

I have to take 4 modules, one per day from Monday to Thursday. All will start at 330pm except for one at 12pm. So, it's really a lot of slacking.

Tired again. I am dreading convocation because my heels are probably too high and my white blouse too translucent. Then still have CCA Day and Freshman Bash at MOS. Like not coming to school, but going to club. I am not the clubbing sort. I don't mind going but I don't really like it.

Am I too conservative?

I am Back again

I am back from FTB camp. Actually it didn't really suck like what people told me. It just wasn't fun. And my group was not cohesive enough. But it was better than the first day. I talked to everyone. Haha. And I am not going to be like someone: only talk bout the people she like! (and the list doesn't even include me) Haha! Kidding.

I think most of the activities were dumb but I am pretty lucky coz I didn't have to participate in most of the carrying people or jumping like SIAO coz I had the excuse of an ankle injury. But I participated in most of them, not like some idiot keep saying that I couldn't participate in a lot of the activities and she is sad because of that. HELLO! I only didn't participate in the spider's web one and the running for the final challenge. I didn't run but I had to walk the entire distance with an arrogant idiot! And everytime I reached the station, I will do the bloody activities with them. Walau and I had to hold all of your heavy water bottles and walk damn fast. Even Adam said I was FAST! So walau, stop saying that I didn't participate. Let me talk bout my group members.

Let's start with the girls. There were 6 girls in the group. One from Maldives, two from China and another one from Singapore. That excludes SH and me. The 3 international students were very quiet. But I think they liked me. HAHA. They said I was kind. I mean nobody really says that I am kind. Most people say that I am mean. I think that was really nice of them.

Actually, I realised that SH is also super smart like me. HAHA. I mean that she has very brilliant ideas but sometimes our group is a bit deaf and won't listen to her. And we will have to shout " LISTEN!" She really has brilliant ideas, you know! I am not saying for the sake of saying, but I am really impressed. Then I was a bit shocked at myself, like I could be enthusiatic when I wanted to. But what people told me about me left me a bit bewildered. Like that I was firm? HAHA. I don't think so.

The other girl is called QiH. Don't want to write her entire name down. Later she come across my blog, I am dead. She is irritating by my standards. And she's very "on" but it's that kind of irritating "on". And she doesn't think before giving ideas. She will just blindly do something even if we tell her that it won't work. But I have to give her credit for not giving up and leading in dangerous situations like tunneling. She kept helping us see if there was space infront of the pitch dark containers. But she's quite insensitive and I think I am quite good in concealing my disaffections towards her. I don't think I am mean at all because normally if I don't like someone I will be damn mean.

Ok, now to the guys. Ja and AB. International students. One from China and one from Thailand. The Thailand guy kept falling asleep during debrief and pissed off a lot of people. I felt sorry for him after that. I think he's sick. He said that he has been exhausted for a long time. It's a sickness. Then I feel a bit ashamed of myself for not treating him nicely. Ja was damn strong man. He had to carry so many people and let so many people step on him and he never complained. HAHA! Thanks Ja!

The other three guys can talk about them together. Adam,RX and BD. They are the more proactive ones in our group and they are nice too. Adam is also damn funny. He said that one of the items at dinner look like cat food and that our stick on the tent can hunt seagulls. Haha. And he was so afraid that his shorts were too short. Then SH and I made it worse by laughing at him. HAHA. RX and BD were the leaders in the group most of the time and they are also funny.

Actually I am damn tired again. I will continue later.

Sorry, my memory sucks

AHHHHHHHHH!!! I forgot V's birthday! OMG, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry! :(

I was so busy doing my Dominoes of Dreams CIP that I forgot about your birthday. And to make things worse, I remember asking you when it was like beginning of July. :(

Well, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!

ARGH! My memory sucks.

Why this?

Seriously, I don't mind going to sing. I mean I have a WONDERFUL voice! :) But I think I will be embarrassed to go with people that I am unfamiliar with. Like some people in my DOD group. I have no idea whether anyone will get offended if they see this post. I am OK with almost everyone but I am not comfortable with singing infront of the two uncles. It's so bloody wierd. HAHA. But I have learnt to be sporting after going to uni. Like I will do stuff that I normally will reject. I think I am extremely open-minded already.

Did I mention the pervert asked many people to go to his birthday party? Including me? I haven't replied him but maybe his birthday is over already? MUAHAHAHA.

I just remembered something. My friend told me that one of our common friends love to boast that her family is rich. Like her parents can go to this art gallery and just buy a picture that's worth a few thousand dollars. I am in an extremely unhappy mood as I can't sleep at this hour. Here's what I think. SHUT UP! BLOODY IRRITATING THING! That's nothing to be proud and haughty about just because your parents do nothing but waste money. What's wrong with their brains? What's wrong with yours? My brain is a fuzzy mess and I think I can't stop talking crap. I happen to look down on you. I think so many other people have so much to boast about. My parents can go out and buy pictures too but they happen to understand that the money can be used on stuff more important like our education, well-being and our happiness. Not viewing or aesthetic pleasure. Bloody shallow things. I think I won't be so angry if she hadn't told my friend with the hidden motive of boasting. It's their own business, none of mine. I have priceless pictures on the walls of my house. They are family portraits. PRICELESS, heard me?

I think I have to get used to life being unfair, because she's on a bloody scholarship to the UK. And what makes me fuming mad and bitter is that her results are not as good as mine. This doesn't make sense. I didn't even get a single call to go down for interviews for overseas scholarships. I don't want to criticise these organisations but please don't mislead people like me. You know how much time I spent writing essays? You know how much hope I held? You know how much it hurt to let those go? If you never planned for people like me(without any S paper) to get a chance. Write it into your requirements: If you don't have any S paper, don't apply to prestigious organisations like ours. HQ is right. People who don't deserve the scholarships are getting them. Don't try and make me see that it's because I don't have an impressive CCA record. I gave it my all. I just didn't deserve it in their eyes.

And I am quite sure she did quite a bit of publicity for me. Because a senior from my CCA in my first 3 months JC knows my results. And he tells me that everybody in my CCA knows. Well, well, at least I got that. I feel like some kind of Cinderella where everything turns out right. That sucker school is totally worth my criticisms. I was probably kind of infamous. I mean I was the only person who didn't get into the school after CCA appeal. And I only knew about it on the last day. YEA YEA, I get the last laugh. I have to mention this. All my vengence is coming back. I put in so much effort and hard work to master the pieces learnt to play them well and I get kicked out because my E Maths did not get A1. And I got B3 for A Maths. So I didn't fit the Science stream according to the totally country pumpkin principal. Well, since you have already left the school, I can't send you any letters showing you my triumph. And did I mention, my conductor promised to put in a good word for me and to help me but I never heard from him ever again.

I think I go mad when everyone is asleep and when the whole house is quiet.

Resistance is futile

This is my second last day at work. My replacement has left and so now when I leave, there will be no one doing my job. My supervisor wanted me to stay for another week but NO, I won't. It's too bloody tiring. And I have academic briefings and FTB next week. Impossible to drag on anymore.

I started selling the Domino cards at my workplace. And I have to say that the response is far from lukewarm(in the positive sense). I have sold 19 cards already! Though that's far from the 100 cards Richard wants us to sell, it is still something spectacular. I mean I could never sell anything like charity tickets to my family and friends and the NKF card I hand up only had $5 which I myself contributed. Muahahaha. I am going to attack some other colleagues later and also tomorrow when I leave and go pass them small presents.

I was persuading this colleague of mine to buy one domino card and the guy "who always looks at me" came to talk to this colleague. She asked him if he wanted to donate and then after I explained to him the purpose of the donation for 3 seconds, he took out his wallet and wanted to donate! For other people, I probably have to talk for 30 seconds, but he was so nice to save me from talking and donated! OMG, there are nice guys around! But I was more eager to sell to this other colleague who wanted 5 cards. So, I told him that I will give him the card when I go back to my desk. He didn't appear after that! However, I decided to be thick-skinned and went to pass the card to him. Well, luckily, he had already prepared his $2 in his shirt pocket. :)

I am going to teach tuition again later. I think that the kids are driving me up the wall and I get pissed every single lesson.

Pervert

There's this pervert in SMU. I just read his blog and he is like commenting on how many pretty girls there were at DOD. My god, he sounds super desperate. I feel like seeing that loser's face after reading what he wrote. He sounds like a big disgusting loser. I am trying to picture whether there was any loser walking around during those few days. And I am quite sure that he's a year 2. YEW, why are they all so desperate? GROSS.

Ah Long

I am so bloody pissed at work. Atrocious work while I was away. Doesn't it sound funny that a temp staff is saying that about a stupid perm staff? He is so bloody stupid that we call him nano brain now. OMG. How can anyone be so stupid?!?!?! And he asked me this morning "Do you know that HJ wants you to train the new staff when she comes?" I gave him a DUH face and said as politely as I could "Yes." Then? Are we going to ruin the chances of the new staff doing a good job by giving him the chance to train him or her? OMG.

I am now an Ah Long according to one of my friends. Haha. Doesn't that name sound horrid and unclassy? Haha. I am a nice Ah Long though. I use spray paint to get people to pay up and this is the message: PLEASE PAY UP, THANK YOU! :D Haha. See, I am so nice. I have to get to school later to help them with the domino props aka our stunts. We are too bloody ambitious and though I hope for success, I am still pissed that I didn't object to it before that. Haha, my senior said that I show my displeasure very easily. Who ask that thing to piss me off? Order me around when he himself is doing nothing productive. Even when we were selling the dominos, he also had to say that we were slacking. HELLO! He was sitting around all day without doing any selling!

There's this guy at work who keeps looking at me. Haha, that means I keep looking at him right? Or else I won't know that he is looking at me. SERIOUS. Everytime I turn around or happen to be somewhere he's near. I will find him looking at me. Ok, maybe I am the one looking at him all the time. I have to admit, HE'S CUTE but too short. Like just a bit taller than me. Haha. Maybe he looks at me because he's wondering how come a person can look so pissed and unfriendly all the time. The other time in Sec 1 when I liked JR, I also thought that he was looking at me all the time, when I stopped liking him, he kind of stopped looking too. Haha, so maybe it's my imagination. But the difference now is that I don't like that guy. HAHA, I have an overactive imagination.

I am like so bored at work. I rather do CIP.

SL

I chanced upon, ok i didn't, I went to Steven Lim's blog.He is aka the stupid guy who plucks eyebrows at Orchard Road. It is HILARIOUS! and DISGUSTING. and REVOLTING. Well, what do you expect from that kind of crap? I can't really remember what he wrote but, trust me, he is living in his own delusional shell and boy, do I hope someone brings him out of it. Throughout his whole blog, he just keeps emphasising that he has countless girlfriends, many of them Chinese nationals blah. Oh, by the way, according to him, he is single now. And he has those bloody videos that you will accidentally trigger if your mouse goes over it. Guess what! There is no stop or pause button. So you have no choice but to get through with it. Obviously you just scroll down to avoid looking at them but there is still the background noise. Though I was disgusted, out of curiosity, I continued looking. Boy, did I have a good laugh. Haha. I mean how can anyone call himself in Chinese "The Most suave-looking person in the universe". Maybe he has some eye disorder that no one knows about or maybe he has some kind of neurological disease that causes him to interpret how he looks the wrong way. By the way, he gives out his handphone number on his site. Not once, twice, but more than five times. Notice his desperation.

That reminds me. JN and I met him once when we were at Orchard. He asked me if I wanted some eyebrow plucking. Haha. I just walked past that pest without acknowledging his existence. I rather have bushy eyebrows or no eyebrows at all then let the thing pluck a single hair off my eyebrows.

His videos are hilarious. He actually thinks that he is dancing. Most of the videos I accidentally saw involves him stripping again. Then I ask myself, does that thing have any clean underwear? He strips and I see dirty underwear or something close to that. Why must he strip in the first place? To see his FLAB? I don't know what he's thinking. Oh, some might say, he is stripping, then shouldn't it be considered pornography? Erm, I think porn stars should at least have a certain degree of sexual attractiveness, right? He so reminds me of the anteater in the zoo. How sexually attractive is that supposed to be? YEW. Then he always gives that perverse look that makes me laugh non-stop. Am I supposed to be turned on or something? I think RA should join him in that. Oh, he butchers songs too. I can't even garner the slightest respect for him. YEW.

Things that one can resort to get negative attention. Plus, he can't write and spell. If he gets a look at my blog or something, I am like dead. Because he will SUE me. MUAHAHAHA. He is his own lawyer. If he makes a police report, he is the police man who took down his own statement. If we go to court, he's the judge. GET A LIFE.

Sick

I am running a fever, having a bad cough, sore throat and running nose. To add to my misery, I am having a hard time trying not to fall asleep at my desk. Well, I can't take sick leave because I took leave for the Dominos of Dreams CIP yesterday and will be taking it again tomorrow and probably next week. Yea, I don't like to come to work when I am sick. The other time I did that, I did not recover for more than 2 weeks and ended up taking sick leave for one whole week. Two months after that, the doctor told me I still hadn't recover from my sore throat yet! Haha, now I am sick again. I really think it's the PTSD-Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I mean I was fine before that but I started to fall sick the same week I came back from the camp.

I cannot help but want to comment on something again. The English that the guy wrote on his blog is atrocious. I mean grammer mistakes and spelling is forgivable but the way he writes makes me wonder whether we are from the same planet. I have to take a few minutes to understand what he wrote and this makes me wonder how anyone communicates with him. Writing like that is going to get you nowhere on reports man.

Beat You up

This is like really getting on my nerves. I am losing contact with my OG mates because of some idiot who replied with their email. This is like so bloody irritating. OK, whatever, it doesn't really matter anymore.

Anyway, I was like looking at some other people's blogs and I really want to do an error correction report. Grammer, vocabulary, sentence structure and spelling. Well, I didn't in the end. I myself understand that my English is far from perfect and blogs are kind of personal so you can write it in your own style if that is how you want to describe it.

Dominos. I am in the CIP event. I am so happy to say that Bondue camp did such a great job. The team bonding today for the CIP event is like so stupid and lame. Pales in comparison to the Bondue camp. Melvin is less irritating and more funny now. Haha.

Wasted

I think I have somehow wasted quite a bit of my life away.

Not feeling well

yea, yea. I am feeling sick now. Feel like puking. I didn't finish my work before leaving on Friday. So bleak.

Anyway, a random and ridiculous thought came to me last night. If I ever enter a casino, the only game I would be playing is at the slot machines. I don't know how to play any card games except maybe Indian Poker. Haha. Who plays Indian poker at a casino. Haha.

Gross

I juz read my friend's blog and laughed myself silly and colleagues who walked past were like thinking that I am mad.

Anyway, my friend said that funnily when the grape was passed from girl to girl, there was actually no contact but when passed from guy to girl, surprisingly the girls were kissed as many times as the grape was passed. OMG. I am so bloody traumatized. Did I say that my group passed 9 grapes. OMG. I am so going to beat up that guy. Ok, it's just a feeling but my supervisor said when talking to me, she could sense that I enjoyed the camp. She's absolutely right, I just didn't like some parts of it.

We went to Old Changi Hospital and honestly we shouldn't really be inside. First, because it's illegal and also because I think there are really spirits inside. Well, we went in at almost 10pm and since our faci told us that normally first station is the easiest, SH and I went in. Well, we were so wrong! Once I went in, there was this guy behind the door who touched my leg. Well, his plan to scare me kind of backfired because I saw him. Then I said" Can you not touch me" to him. Haha. I was like walking around, looking for hellnotes(the task) when suddenly a guy fell out from the cupboard. Totally like those kind of zombie. I screamed like mad and SH who wasn't screaming screamed with me. It was actually the suddeness of it that scared me. The unpredictability. I reassured myself and my friend and went on looking for it. OMG. Then another "ghost" aka the guy with the wig scared us from behind. Screams filled the entire room. I realise that I scream damn loudly. And my scream is like damn high pitched. Well, my friend and I found one of the hellnotes in the cupboard and the "ghost" kicked the other one to me. Then he chased SH and I out. OMG. We screamed again. Haha.

The rest of the stations were actually less scary and no one else screamed. There were even people who laughed. But I know other groups were like screaming like mad too. We could hear from other floors. I think that SH and I were like super brave and sporting to go in and complete our task. I have friends who just stepped in and started screaming and refused to step further in. I am so glad no guy went in with me too, because I would have screamed and clung to him like mad. And if it's that bloody perverse molester, he would be so happy.

We walked to Changi Village for supper. I drank my first sugarcane drink in my whole life and I ate a bowl of dessert. Proves how thirsty I was. And I hate sugarcane. Then Dave, my faci was like some kind of ah beng. There was this woman walking around asking whether we ordered oyster omelette anot. She asked so many times that he said" Auntie, u ask some more I want to hit people already' in chinese. OK, the auntie heard and glared at him, then the uncle also came to our table to glare at him. SIAO. Later really fight.

When we got back to Changi Chalet, we couldn't bathe. Coz there was this ridiculous group, aka group 1 who didn't go and bathe when we went out for supper. They stayed in their room and played cards with their group. Then they said that they were stinky and insisted on bathing. Those bloody sluts. When our girl faci, June, Dave's gf came back and saw that we haven't bathe yet, she was like going to beat up those girls. Luckily Dave did the confronting so there was no fight. Well, I squeezed into a tiny bed with 3 other girls and I think all 4 of us almost died from lack of space.

The Amazing Race on the second day had me half dead by the end of the day. We ran from City Hall to Lim Bo Seng Memorial to Merlion to Raffles Place to Speaker's Corner to Clarke Quay to Fort Canning Park. We climbed Fort Canning Hill. I swear it felt like climbing Mt Everest. I think it's a miracle we made it through. Though physical, it was actually quite fun. :)

Well, they set up a club for us in a function room in the school. When I mean club, I really mean club. There was a DJ, alcohol, dim lights, dry ice and of course DANCING. Actually I won't mind dancing if I was in appropriate clothing. I was in slippers, and the clothes I slept in. Cannot get into the mood at all. Well, the bloody perverse molester started dancing with my friend. Actually, I don't want to call her my friend anymore. I am so disgusted with her. She totally threw herself at the molester. She got touched. My friends and I tried to pull her away so many times but she just went back that we gave up. I faked that my contact lens were getting blur so as to force her to go back to the room with us but she just kept going back. She went back to dance with another guy we didn't know. The funny thing is that we all think that this friend was just trying to show that she can fit in with the so-called "hip" people. Hey, I just think you are being a BLOODY SHAMELESS SLUT.

I have totally lost all my respect for her. Liz was so much smarter. Whenever that molester came near to her to dance that touching dance with her, she shouted "WALAU" and escaped to us. Or else she will just ask us to save her then we will just pull her away. SH and I aimed kicks at the molester but I am disappointed to say that both of us missed. I tried to step on him and missed too. We went back and played silly games like the water game until almost 5 and almost all slept.

Ok, I am tired again.

I am Officially Back!

I am officially back. Yesterday and last night was not counted as I was pratically sleeping the whole day after I came back. My God. The Bondue camp. Mentally and physically tiring man. We did so many fun things but we also did so many disgusting things that are against my morals and will. I mean, if I had a choice and was not sporting enough to play those sick games, I would have left. But seriously, it was bloody fun more than half of the time. Haha!

Ok, the first day, I reached there and we played silly games and I SERIOUSLY sucked at two of those games. And everyone targeted me for the Animal game coz my action was a worm, so it was very easy to remember. Haha. We also played "Eagle catch the chicks" and catching. SIAO! How old are we? Playing this kind of games. The Teambuilding games were gross and mostly not team-building. We had to crawl and roll in mud in one game, suck poker cards from mouth to mouth, play this sick passing the tiny grapes from guy to girl game, through the mouth again. That game got me really really tramautized. I mean, the grapes were so small and so lips definitely touched and did I mention, I was stuck between 2 guys. One of them was ok, but one was a bloody pervert so I am feeling so sick. My fren, Liz, was also very affected. Haha. I don't think I am being too conservative in any sense because I think a lot of people were also pissed with the game. The other downright disgusting game involved wiping our face with a mixture from a bucket containing egg yolk and leftover lunch. I went to the toilet to puke after that.

I am too tired to write anymore. My disgusting descriptions will continue when I recharge myself.

I am back

The camp is over and i think some parts were ok but some are like so... nvm. another day when i am not so tired.

Bloody idiot

You know what's the difference between a perm and temp staff? Besides the pay, it's the treatment you get from your other colleagues.

I can't stand people being nice to that boulder because I think it's unfair that he's making my life miserable and people are still oblivious to his work attitude as they haven't work with him.

Don't bloody act smart!!! If you don't know, say you don't know. Don't give out wrong information. Remember what I tell you to do. Don't come and ask me again or do stuff the wrong way and give me a chance to scold you. PIECE OF. And don't bloody peep at me writing my blog. This is what I hate the most. Taking credit for my work. I took time to do those applications so don't say you did it. My perfect work should not be tarnished by you saying that it belongs to you.

I still want to hit him. And there's this other woman in my office who's like bloody nice to him even though he creates so much trouble for her. She just comes nicely and tells him what's wrong. Time and time again. She is like so bloody sweet to him. Then she treats me like some kind of invisible entity. Everything just go"K****, K****..." And she called him the "Handsome K****" just now. I almost puked all over my desk. People with normal vision know that he is UGLY. Not normal UGLY but VERY UGLY. What the... Just because I am temp staff, not worth talking to is it? I swear she doesn't talk to me. I think the most 5 sentences.

General

This is my new favourite song: Nocturne in Eb Op.9 No.2 by Chopin. I am overwhelmed by the beautiful melody. It reminds me of my father though I have never really heard him play. My father was not just the HOD of some department at some prestigious school (i am not allowed to put out the name of the school), he was also a piano teacher! Now, you know where I get my flair and class from. Haha. He tried teaching me when I was much younger but I never really had the time to practise and neither did he have the time to teach me all the time.

I met a Caucasian in the lift that day and he insisted on letting me out before he stepped out. I was very surprised as I have yet to meet many gentlemen who will wait for the ladies to step out first. They will just rush out, even if you are at the door. Bunch of brutes.

I am so going to beat someone up. I guess that's why we cannot have a free world. If there was a free world, I will probably start going around killing people who irritate me. Currently, at this point of time, tops on my assasination list would be that boulder beside me and the SMU bitch and the ungrateful person. I don't want to elaborate on who's that ungrateful midget.

I realise I am proud of myself, my parents and my family. What do I have to be proud of, you ask. This is what the tour guide from Thailand told us when we were at one of the temples. If you were a good person in your last life, you would be born in a wealthy family and if you were a bad person, vice versa. I can't say that I was born with a silver or gold spoon in my mouth but I am definitely much better off than many others. For this, I am grateful. I thank my parents who raised me well and worked so hard so that my family can live comfortably. What they have taught me is unimaginable and vast. I am glad I had both of them by my side to teach me good from bad. I have 3 other siblings who are noisy and rowdy. I must admit I always try my best to refrain from hitting them but I can't imagine life without them and I believe life would be untolerable. THANK YOU.

But I still think that my parents should have taught me to be less naive and gullible.

P.S I really love going out with my mum. I give the reason that it is because she can pay for my purchases. But I don't go around telling people the other reason: My mum is happy going out with me, paying for me as she feels that this is what she should do. And I enjoy my mum's company as well. It's pleasure both ways so why can't I love going out with my mum? I used to go out with my dad too as he would buy lots and lots of books for me. (I hope that when you read this, you understand why I say I like going out with my mum :) )

Sorry Doc

Haha. I was like insulting the doctor who took my blood pressure to so many people. But I just realized that he wrote that I have white coat hypertension. Not hypertension. That means I was in a state of nervousness or anxiety when I took my blood pressure. Duh. I was running. Ok, sorry doc.

I still want to insult other people.

Insults

I am dying to insult someone. Ungrateful thing.

Bored again

There's like nothing to do.

Decent

I think decent guys are becoming some kind of endangered species. I saw one decent-looking guy on the bus and you can picture my disappointment when I saw his wedding ring. Seriously, have they all decided to sneak into some kind of other dimension? Maybe they were disappointed with the majority of females out there. Anyway, when I say "decent-looking", I mean not just looks but also the way he presented himself. He looked educated and seemed to have a comfortable career. Ok, now I am getting absurd. How can I see that kind of thing just from his face? Maybe he abuses women or is a paedophile. WAKE UP!

I am dreading going to uni. I seriously can't help the feeling. I am making myself miserable thinking of what is going to happen to me there. I look at that b**** in my office and disappoint myself thinking what will happen if the whole school is full of people like her. I was really quite happy about going back to school and not having to work as a low-paid worker in the office. That was until I realized that she is going there. I don't want to see so many people like that around me. I sound like a bloody nag.

Ok, so I am like doing bloody OT again. My life revolves around OT. I want to go home! And actually the only 2 good things about OT that I can think of is I get paid and that I can avoid the after-work crowd.

Better continue doing or I will have to stay bloody late.

Hairstyling

I went to my hairdresser's yesterday. Well, she is also my barber and my hairstylist. Ok, so sorry, not funny at all. Well I went at about 1pm. Then at about 2pm, this stupid old ah lian came in. Ok, she is I think 30 plus but well, cannot speak English or Chinese fluently. Still want to act. Act rich, act pampered, act good life. Whatever. It was so obvious she was none of the above. She had supposedly just come back from a one-week trip to Taiwan. She started commenting that she stayed in 5-star hotels all the time and blah blah. Then she looked suspiciously at my mother and I, like wondering whether we are some kind of royalty from a faraway land, ok, she just thought we were random customers. Haha, she was afraid that we would take up my hairstylist's time. Because she had to rush off to Paragon (she pronounced it as PA-LA-GON) for her daughter's dental appointment. Well, then she started bragging about her daughter's future surgery which is going to cost $15K. HUH?!?!? This kind of thing also can brag about eh? Then shouldn't I brag that I am naturally beautiful so I don't need any kind of surgery?

CRAZY arh. Brag non-stop. I got no choice but to listen to her crap as she was bragging at more than AUDIBLE decibels. Serious, don't forget that there are sounds of hairdryers around and of other bloody machines. My, my. Really loud. The funny thing is actually this. She rushed off at 330pm and I finally saw her entire body. She was wearing clothes from This Fashion. OMG, I almost bursted into pleats of laughter. I mean, you want to act then must dress in i-can-brag outfit right? No offense against This Fashion clothing. You can wear them but don't wear them altogether and people just have to take a glimpse of you to know what brand you are wearing. Haha. I am mean, aren't I.

I cut, dyed and highlighted my hair at only 85 bucks. So cool. I am like dying to buy this pair of heels downstairs at Caltex House. I will try and go there after I finish OT today!!!

No title

I am on the verge of spewing vulgaritites. Why is my life so horrible? Nothing is going my way. NOTHING AT ALL. I am stuck with the (OMG, i am dying to use the f-word) boulder till July. Haha, what a great way to end my bloody career as a temporary staff. WHY? WHY? WHY? I am told that it's partly due to us complaining about him and so he has to pull up his socks and show that he's up to it before he can leave. Who bears the ultimate brunt of it? ME, OF COURSE IT'S ME! I AM SITTING NEXT TO HIM. I still want to use the f-word. Someone please help me. I can't go back on my word. I have already promised to stay till end-July. I feel damn like quitting. Tolerance level seems to be plunging and it's almost zero already.

He tried to blame me about something again. OMG. As if making mistakes aren't bad enough, he tries to push the blame to me. I am at the brink of depression. I hate coming to work and seeing him sit there. This sucks! Really bad. As if I don't have enough things to disgust myself about. I still have to think of the bloody SMU camp coming up. I don't think they should make this kind of thing compulsory. Just wasting their money and our money.

It doesn't help that my mum told me what my father wanted to buy for me once I got my driving license. I won't get it now because my mum says no. Haiz, not say I would have much use for it. But it's still a bloody BMW. At least I will look and feel suave driving it. My mum is mean. Fine, I will get one myself when my future career thrives. People like to say that it's the thought that counts. Ok, now I know what my father was thinking. GREAT. Thanks, Dad! :)

Eye Candy

So many good looking guys in my building. Tall and handsome. Haha. I sound like a bloody pervert. But I must stress, there are none at my office at all. NONE!

I am currently lost for words. Maybe it's because someone is pissing me off.

Patience

I think my patience threshold is like bloody high. How can I stand these stupid people from my office? If I was me in Dunman High 3-4 years back, I would have erupted long ago. I see stupid people, irritating people, bitchy people, show-off people and also ugly people who think they are swans but actually toads. OMG.

Well, obviously that thick-headed boulder pissed me off again. He does it everyday. It has become his hobby. Well, he did something that made me laugh damn hard too. I put this person on the phone on hold so that I could ask him something. He insisted on talking to that person so I passed the receiver to him. He started talking and talking then after bout 15 seconds I realized that I didn't unhold the person. So basically he was talking to no one and he didn't know it! Muahahaha. He's so stupid he didn't realize that I actually had to unhold for him!

Well, to that b****. This is another one not the one with the extremely-short-skirt-might-as-well-not-wear. She is going to SMU, same bloody uni as me. This is what I think. Every university must accept some airheads to distinguish between the top and bottom. Yes, the airhead is her. I tried talking to her that day after I found out she was going there. My gosh, me being FRIENDLY! That rarely occurs, once in 100 blue moons. She gave me one-word answers and was so obnoxious and nonchalent. I mean, hello, do you even know what I am going to do there? Do you know they are giving me money? STUPID B****. That wasn't what I was angry about. There just happens to be this guy beside us talking to us randomly. She was SO BLOODY NICE AND HIGH to that guy. WHAT THE!!! I can be really mean if I really want to. Watch out for me, you B****. By the way, she is now good friends with that short skirt b****. My, dogs of the same fur flock together. Stop walking past me can? Irritating.

Well, I am not one to swear and curse. I apologise if anyone finds this post filled with strong language. ARGHHHHHHHHHH.

Father's Day

Father's Day this year will be very different from those in the past. This year my father will not be around to celebrate it with us. As I type this, my nose has this really sour feeling. I am not sure if you know what I mean. But I think it is a form of control that causes my body to try and curb the emotion from pouring out.

I didn't realise it has been so long since my father went to heaven. By tomorrow, it will be 8 months. Time flies by. You will never know the vast amount of guilt that I feel. I know that I will never be able to forgive myself. Never ever. I did not speak to him on the morning he passed away. I just looked at him and thought" I can speak to him later. I am feeling damn sleepy." Guess what? I NEVER got the chance again. I was ASLEEP when he passed away. How does that make me feel? ANGRY? Yes, definitely. At both him and myself. How come he couldn't wait and how come he didn't tell us that he was going? How come I wasn't awake? How come?

Unanswered questions. I really hope and believe that there is afterlife. Then I can go ask him.

Whatever

I just walked past and saw The Straits Times headlines. "Dubai, guilty." Then I wondered to myself how come a whole country is in trouble and what the hell did they do? Kept people captive in their hotel aka the best one in the world? Is it that the prices for one room is too expensive? Are they trying to monopolise the market? Was there a watchdog? I am trying to revise Econs.

Ok, actually, I didn't think that. Come on man, I am not a retard. I read wrongly. It is actually" Durai, guilty"

Haha, I can really crap man. I came into the office and my supervisor asked me to explain what happened yesterday. She got wind of it through some of my other colleagues in another department. She didn't come yesterday.

So, actually, I am going to try and summarize this. I was very busy yesterday with a lot of work. Dispatches from the various dealers will come to our office and go to the counter and hand us documents we need. Well, I was very busy so I only went out once or twice. The thick-headed boulder was the one who was going out. I went to buy my lunch at 12pm and halfway through my nice subway sandwich, I got a call to go out. He disappeared somewhere, so I had to go. I took the documents. My eyesight got the better of me and I saw a set of documents. Well, you can imagine my dismay? I came in and asked him whether the guy called in. He told me no but the people from the dealer's office called in and asked whether we received the documents. He told them YES! We didn't see the documents at all until I went out and saw on the counter. In addition, he never check and anyhow tell them we receive it. OMG! I almost fainted. If we say we receive, we must process and that was only half an hour left to process 11 cars. I threw my lunch to the side, basically for him to see. I almost died from the pressure. Basically, I didn't finish but tried my best. I processed 8 cars. Luckily, the other department was nice and helped by extending the deadline.

Well, this morning, some people told my supervisor. And she was very angry because she said we should not compromise the funds for the dealers especially this dealer. Well, she confronted the guy and asked him what happened. Well, basically, he denied everything and pushed the blame to me. Saying that he didn't know what I was doing, he don't know what is going on. Well, it escalated to some shouting. My supervisor also shot him back saying" You sit here all day and you don't know what's going on?". He said that my supervisor was wrong to confront him early in the morning like that. That made her very mad. She said" Then I come in early in the morning and people from other departments tell me about it!"

Haha. I kept quiet until he pushed the blame to me. I argued back and didn't know that we were talking at such loud decibels! Well, people from other departments were keeping quiet and standing up to watch the show. Haha, so embarrassing.

So, what he is saying that it is not his fault. The problem is that he has such a bad memory so we have no idea if he was the one who forgot and left the documents outside. We know the dispatch from that dealer quite well and we are quite sure that he will not leave the documents sitting there. Well, end of my bloody story. I am some kind of entertainment.

In Conversation

I am so sure nobody wants to hear about my absolutely bloody awful day. The guy did something worse than usual to me, so I don't really want to put it down in words in case I write halfway and collapse. Ok, how about my stupid conversation with a guy at the interchange?

Guy: Hi Miss, you live around here?
Me(with that kind of"what-do-you-want" look): No...
Guy: So you take SBS bus?
Me: Yea...?
Guy: Where do you live?
Me: Katong, huh?
Guy: Hey, I am giving you a free badge.
Me: Ok, thanks...
As I was going to walk on, thinking I met a lunantic, he said"Can you help me do a survey?"
Me: Huh? For the badge?
I was so going to hit him, then he looked at me thinking he look damn pitiful and said"One minute?"

Fine, just my luck to meet him. What the, and I had already accepted the ugly badge, so obviously I had to grant his stupid wish. Why was I irritated? Because it was 945pm and I want to go home!
Guy: So is there any bus here that goes to Katong?
Me: Huh? I live near CCHS. Got bus.
Guy: Ok Miss, what are you working as?
Me: Bloody Admin work and waiting for uni.
Guy: Oh you going NUS, NTU?
Me(shutting him up): SMU.
Guy: Oh, then you were from poly...?
Me(shutting him up again): TJ, you know around here?
This was pissing me off. I mean those weren't even questions inside the survey.
Guy: So, where do you normally shop? Eh, can't be bedok central right?
Me: Parkway.
Guy: How much do you spend a month on shopping?
Me: $300-400?
Guy: That is when you are in a good mood right?
Me: Whatever, I don't pay.
You know this guy actually believed my crap. I mean you actually believe me?
Guy: So what's your age? Don't be sensitive arh?
Me: 18.
Guy: Eh, same as my sister. She going NTU. I think she got AAB, then she studying engineering.

Ok, me thinking at this point. Erm, I don't need some kind of biblo of your family. Whatever. Now I know that even a bloody badge can't be free. And it was bloody ugly. I just took it to entertain him.

Guy: So how much do you save a month?
Me(lying again): $600
Guy: OK, for living expenses in uni right?
Me:(lying again and again): Eh, I got scholarship, my expenses are paid.
Guy: Oh, ok. So, what's your name?
Me: Huh? As in full name?
Guy: Eh, just christian name?
Me: I don't have one. Li Jun.
Guy: Oh hi, Li Jun. I am Philip.
Me thinking: Whatever...
Guy: So your contact number?
Me: blah blah.

Ok, that took more than one minute. Bloody liar. Haha, better than listening to me talk bout the thick-headed boulder.

Back to jail

Paris Hilton is back to jail, screaming, crying and without makeup. Gosh, all the controversy and accusations of double standards. I agree with the double standards part because I believe that if it was me or you in jail, we will have to serve out the remaining time in jail whether or not we have a medical condition.

I think that they had no choice but to give her a sentence because she violated the law twice. First, for drink driving then for driving without a license on a so-called hamburger spree. Haha, what a joke. So unlucky to get caught too. Well, maybe she can stay in jail thinking about her actions and wonder whether she can get on the better side of the law next time. I sound like I can't stand her. Nope, Just commenting.

By the way, this Taiwan artiste and singer, Lin Xiao Pei, whatever her name is, knocked down a nurse while drink-driving. The nurse died and she has a 5-year old kid. Seriously, what is the world coming to? Must something really bad happen before these people will stop and consider the consequences?

I sound like a grumpy idiot who just got out of bed. Yes, I just woke up. Now you know why.

Waste of time

I had a meeting with the bloody auditor today. Coz my supervisor was doing some training for people so I had no choice but to go for a meeting with that Mr BL. He looked like a sneaky person to me. Something that was supposed to take 10 minutes to finish, he took more than half an hour. Then I sat in that cold room listening to him talk crap. Seriously, I was going to keep my things and then leave the room but he started going through the list again. I came out at about 535pm. Seriously, I was pissed and my supervisor was like looking for me. Well, when I saw her, I told her WASTE OF TIME. And I said he talked lots of crap. Then this guy who used to liance with him said "YEA, he talks lotsa crap." Haha.

Also, the temp staff at my office are getting to me. Bloody noisy. Yea, I know some of you all are leaving but don't need to make a commotion right? Bloody idiots, keep talking in that kind of Chinese that makes you think LOW-CLASS. And there's this b**** who wears like bloody short skirts and revealing clothes to work. She is also a temp staff. I am going to make a quiet exit when I leave.

The stupid uncle at my office who walks around chasing skirts tried to approach me that day. Oi Ah Pek, can you stop thinking so highly of yourself? I hope he never sees this. Actually, he's like only in his late 20s but he has thinning hair and a receding hairline. He is kinda good looking but just looking at his hair turns me off. And he's only a few cm taller than me. Ok, how come I have been observing him? THEN??? You want me to look at that thick-headed boulder is it?

So bored. I have like lots of work to do but I had no choice but to go home because there was nobody else in the office. So i just have to work OT like mad. I feel so tired now that I am teaching tuition again. HAIZ

It's early in the morning

Haha. I have already finished most of my work. Just have some sorting of documents to do. So I will just take my own sweet time.

Yesterday morning, my supervisor came to my seat and said these exact words to me"Even when he's on leave, he can also piss me off!" Yes, haha, I am refering to the spastic boulder. Honestly, after thinking for a bit, I realised that I can't call him a spastic boulder. It's an oxymoron! How can a boulder who can't move be hyperactive. I guessed I just used that word spastic as I felt like it. I mean, stupid, dumb, brainless are already his characteristics deeply embedded into him. So I have to come up with a new name for him. Any suggestions? Maybe I will check the thesaurus. I searched for the word"stupid" and I have decided to choose thick-headed. I even saw dodo. Haha, but why insult that poor extinct bird species? I found out this hilarious thing. I went over to every department that my department we IF unit have to work with. They all had something negative to say about him. Haha, that means the F/S and DB department. I wanted to laugh my head off and I didn't even start the conversations. I was like talking to this colleague and then another of her colleagues who was irritated with the way he does our stuff joined in. That was FUN! I mean I never clean up after him after advice from my supervisor to let him get a taste of his own crap so that's why people from other departments are complaining. Then, the auntie who comes to clean our dustbins complained to me about him! HAHA! The CLEANING AUNTIE! She asked me to tell him to stop throwing food and drinks into the dustbin for paper. I started giggling to myself and I bet she thought I was half-mad. How many people does he want to provoke?

I started this post at 10am and look at the time now! There was like so much bloody work that came in damn late. I just ate a healthy subway sandwich. (the one with healthier choice next to its price, but the price wasn't anywhere near healthy!) I drank a coffee that is like so bloody strong and aromatic from Coffee and Toast. I will buy it for my mummy later.

OI, subway lover. I am referring to two people here. Ok, actually have nothing to say. Just want to piss you all off. Hahahahahahahahaha.

Embarassing moments

I seem to have had these moments today. I dropped my shoe on the zebra crossing today. There were like one thouand people crossing the zebra crossing because it's at Raffles Place! Please share the moment with me.Ok, now you know how I felt. Haha.

I saw these 2 caucasians during lunch today. So bloody good looking and handsome that I could die. They were like so tall and they looked so good in their suit and tie. And both of them are young. One of them looked like the guy in my dream. They had the same unique hairstyle. Maybe I dreamt him into life! Haha. I walked to this place to buy a drink and while I was walking with the drink, deep in thought, I dropped the drink and well, made a bloody mess. I started cursing below my breath. This is what I said "OMG x10" Yea, not kidding. I picked up the cup and cap and walked off as fast as I could, pretending that I didnn't do anything. Typical me.

In the office, I actually answered a colleague who wasn't talking to me. How embarrassing!

Haha. I feel like sleeping already. Ok, maybe I will update in my office tomorrow. I still have a lot of things to say. Haha, me as usual really talkative.

Finally

I finally get to write. I have been so busy at work that I can't write my blog at work and when I reach home, I just sleep. By the way, the guy who flirted with me accidentally didn't come to work after that. Haha, but he came today.

Ok, I have had such absurd dreams that I am going to describe them. Haha, the last one is a bit embarassing. I had 3 dreams in a row on one night. My subconscious mind was a bit active. Haha. Sorry, hyperactive to be exact.

1st Dream: I asked my supervisor if I can eat another egg and she told me" No! You have already eaten three!" Oh gosh, I have no idea how to explain that. I even woke up wondering if I really had eaten three eggs. Haha.

2nd Dream: I was walking past this bar. There was this caucasian sitting there pouring and drinking white wine. He was like almost finishing the bottle. Then he looked up and saw me and started walking towards me. I think he wanted to tell me something. No, I know what you are thinking. No, it's not a bloody stalker. It was something good, I could tell, but I ran away. OMG! Why did I run away? By right, in real life, I wouldn't have done that because he was bloody cute. Haha. Then I told my mum that I had to go back to look for him the next night. And my mum protested and said that I should not do that. Obviously, I ignored her. Yes, that was all in the dream. But I stopped that dream at that point. Sometimes I think my brain is doing stuff to me to piss me off.

3rd dream: This one is a little embarrassing so I am not going to elaborate. It concerns my manager. I have no idea why I dreamt about him. He is not good looking, does not have a great job and he is too chinese for my liking. As in he speaks Mandrain and his English is not very fluent. Now, I go a little red in the face when I see him. (Actually not really, I just don't look at him.) Hehe. Seriously, I don't like him. And he's married. I saw his ring.

Funny Funny

I got pissed off at that guy again. Uncountable. OMG. I think sooner or later I will get high blood pressure thanks to him.

Ok, time for some funny stuff. This colleague of mine called my extention number in the office. His name is WL. He was looking for my supervisor. I answered and said "Hellooooo". I think I sounded a bit "suggestive" and he thought I was my supervisor. He replied" Heyyyyy" in the same tone too!!! Then he continued talking thinking it was my supervisor on the line. I corrected him when he paused. I think he felt REALLY embarrassed flirting with the wrong person. Coz he is an old friend of my supervisor so they like to joke around. I wanted to laugh when I put down the phone but I looked to my right and felt that the spastic boulder aka idiot totally neutralized how funny that situation was.

OK. I think only I think it's funny. Muahahaha. This is what I wanted to tell someone but the person was doubled over laughter at my not funny sms.

My supervisor treated me to TCC today after work. And we talked rot non-stop. She has treated me so many times. So nice right? I drank Mocha Villa. The coffee was quite bitter but there was chocolate at the bottom and a scoop of vanilla ice-cream. The service was great though.

Ok, enough of my crap.

Tired

I am really bloody tired. I went to give tuition today and then spent most of the time scolding the Pri 5 boy. He got Band 3 for all the subjects that I taught him!! What an obvious undermining of my ability. Haha. I made him write an apology letter to his parents for getting such lousy results. He refused to write it but then my meaness got the better of me and I forced him to write it. Well, he wanted to cry. Then when I gave his mother the letter after tuition and he started to cry. Haiz. I felt a bit bad but I want him to remember this incident so he will always know that his results should never drop to this level.

I got bloody pissed at the office today. How come I am always pissed? My God, it's not even me. He just has to do something to piss me off everyday. He actually approved stuff without getting the full set of documents. Well, when I told him, he SLAMMED the documents onto my table. What nerve. I can'tstand useless people like him. Please people, don't be useless, inefficient and incompetent like him in future. People will just hate you. If I was a permanent staff there, I will try to get him fired. I will if I want to.

For one more day

I just finished reading "For one more day" by Mitch Albom and I feel that I have to quote some stuff that he wrote. These really made me think.

But ask yourself this: Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be there forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back. What if you got it back?

I hope you never hear these words. Your dad. He died. They are different than other words. They are too big to fit in your ears. They belong to some strange, heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of your head, a wrecking ball coming at you again and again, until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside your brain. And in doing so, they split you apart. (This is slightly edited.)

I also believe that parents, if they love you, will hold you up safely, above their swirling waters, and sometimes that means you'll never know what they endured, and you may treat them unkindly, in a way you otherwise wouldn't.

Because there was a ghost involved, you may call this a ghost story. But what family isn't a ghost story? Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

Vomit blood

I almost vomitted blood on my company computer yesterday. If I had, I would be dead by now. And they will pronounce my death at 18:30:35, 01/06/07. Cause of death: Homicide.

Okay, I shall try to be as calm as possible. The stupid guy sitting beside me took over this excel sheet that I was actually working on about 3 weeks back. There we record stuff like the documents fax in times and when we approve it kind of thing. There is really a lot of stuff there. It's sorta like our database. He screwed it up BIG TIME. I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY BIG TIME.

I just took over it back on friday. Because the company system was down and so I had no access to it. I took a look at it that day and wanted to kill him because a lot of stuff was not updated. I didn't really take a look at it because the day was really busy. Then I checked it out at 18:30. I can list out like 8 mistakes at least and I wrote it down!!! I kept writing BLOODY in my list. Examples of what he did: He never finished updating the stuff that he was supposed to. And people, please don't laugh at his stupidity when you read what I am going to write next. I will normally write down the cases and documents that is supposed to be keyed into the excel sheet. As in, i will actually note it all down into a notepad before passing it to him to update. Guess what? He updated those that I passed to him. He didn't update his own!!! As in the documents and cases he processed. OMG!!! The excel sheet was with him and he didn't update. RETARD alert!!! And some cases were not keyed in at all!!! And the faxed in date for the documents is later than the approval date after we receive the documents. 3 days later to be exact. JOKE!!!

I only saw it at 18:30. I just stared at the computer screen helplessly for a few minutes. I considered helping him clear it up. But just trying to edit the data gave me a headache. I then started throwing around my stuff on the table and shut down my computer. Luckily there were only a few people in the office to hear me throwing my things around.

I have decided to give him a telling-off straight in the face on Monday. And by the way, he is a permanent staff who is 26 years old and just finished his probation period in February. Bloody idiot. I heard that everyone who works with him can't stand him. Luckily I am not alone.

Bye Bye LSE, Bye Bye Warwick

It's like a sudden emptiness. I must now bade farewell to my dreams of getting an university education in UK. I am not ashamed to admit. I wept for one whole day over this loss. LSE and Warwick are not just some normal schools. My god. Feel like crying all over again. I am bloody weak succumbing to this. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I love England. I still don't understand why I didn't even get called up for any bloody overseas uni scholarship interview. NO BLOODY IDEA!!!

Well, I got an overseas call from the University of Warwick about 2 hours ago. Their purpose was to ask me when I was going to accept their offer. Haha. I told her straight in the face I couldn't come. She said in a sympathetic tone"Oh good luck then in finding another good university!" Okay, I am giving her credit for making the overseas call. But she tore open my wound and started rubbing salt in. Whatever, I am resigned to my fate.

My mother told me if I am so desperate, she will pay for me to go. But I don't want to be a bloodsucker sucking up all the money man. Am I that desperate. I would like to think not. Ok, just wanted to make an official farewell to UK for the time being. I am sure I will see you soon. Sobz..............................

Favourite song

I am currently obsessed with this old song. Savage Garden's "I knew i loved you". It is so bloody nice! I mean I hated that song when it came out as it seemed senseless and Channel 5 kept showing the MV of it. I remember because I used to watch "The Pyramid Game" at 6.30pm and it used to come on 5 minutes before that. I even called them Sandwich Garden and thought that the MV was filmed in a toilet. Haha, I have such a great imagination.

I think the lyrics are so bloody nice and meaningful.

Maybe it's intuition
But some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes
I see my future in an instant
And there it goesI think I've found my best friend
I know that it might sound more than a little crazy
But I believe

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

There's just no rhyme or reason
Only this sense of completion
And in your eyes
I see the missing pieces
I'm searching for home
I know that it might sound more than a little crazy
But I believe

SO VERY VERY NICE. PERIOD. JUST SO NICE!!!

Don't get so arrogant with me

I was speaking to this friend of mine whom I have had minimal contact with. Ok, I am lying. We do talk sometimes. She started getting so arrogant and talking to me in such a condescending tone that makes the insides of me shiver with irritation. I am wondering, what do you have now that lets you speak to me in that tone? I have never spoken to you in that tone before.

This is my advice to you. Don't do this. I believe that what comes around comes back around. I can't believe that I am speaking so calmly. Maybe it's because I think it's funny how come she speaks to me like that. Muahahaha.

Guess what, I am angry again

Anyone wonders why my life is full of anger, regrets, disappointment, unhappiness? I myself have no idea. How nice it would be to live with my head in the clouds, ignorant of the stuff around me.

I just did valuation for this car which is the exact same model as the last car my father possessed. The Volvo S80 2.5T(A). There was nothing wrong with the application. I saw the purchase price: $81,000. You think, no big deal. It's just a bloody car. Ok, here is why I am bubbling with rage.

The car was maufactured in 2004, the same year as that of my dad's. My father bought it at over $150,000 and used it for 2 years, less than 3 years. When my dad fell sick, our relatives recommended and advised us to sell it. They offered to help. They were really irritated when my mummy said that she wants it transferred to her name. So, my poor mummy let them do the decision-making and they sold it as fast as they could. Remember the purchase price I valued? $81,000. My dad's car was sold more than 1 year ago so it would be worth much more than that price. We received a measly $70,000 plus for it. I am not going to reveal the real price.

This is what I think of those relatives. You blood suckers, leeches, anything disgusting. My father spent so much money on that volvo. You sold it off like that. You unfeeling things. So what if you have a few huge houses. So what if you have an impressive investment portfolio. I will always remember you for this. Always, I swear.

Although I found out about this a long time ago, I never felt so negative about it. I knew that the selling price was low but now I somehow feel that my dad sent me this job. To let me know how we were cheated and how we were bullied. Papa, now I know.

I feel so helpless. I was busy with college work that time and I had only a vague idea of what was going on. It hurts so much now I know. Listen up, I am going to do good for myself and I am going to make my father so proud in future. My family can do good without any of you. You never helped us in the first place anyway.

Screw You.

Joke

Kermit: I have a mystery box, children. Guess what's in the box?
At this moment, Cookie Monster pops out and shouts,
Cookie Monster: Hi Kermit!!
Kermit: Oh hi Cookie Monster, guess what's in this box.
Cookie Monster: Cookies?
Kermit: No, it's not cookies.
Cookie Monster: Oh ok, bye bye.
Kermit: Wait wait Cookie Monster, i will give you a cookie if you guess what's in the box correctly.

The episode goes on with Kermit giving clues to what it is and Cookie Monster saying that it is a cookie, with Kermit growing more and more exasperated. The clues are: orange, edible and round. Now you know why cookie monster keeps saying it's a cookie. OBVIOUSLY it's an orange to normal people not obsessed with cookies. Fast Forward...

Kermit: ARGH!!!!! IT'S AN ORANGE!!!
Cookie Monster: Oh, it's an orange.
Kermit: YES!!! IT'S AN ORANGE!!!
Cookie Monster: Ok, I guessed it. Where's my cookie?
Kermit: Of course you know the answer. I TOLD YOU, REMEMBER?
Cookie Monster: Where's my cookie?
Kermit: I give up. Here's your cookie.
Cookie Monster: What? One measly cookie?

OMG! I expected Kermit to faint at that very moment. Even frogs don't have patience for Cookie Monster. Haha, but bloody funny when you watch it. HAHA!

Like at war

Why do i say that? Well, because my supervisor has a habit of dropping one bomb after another on me. Sometimes it's a grenade, then sometimes it's a normal bomb, or worse still a nuclear bomb. Guess my luck! She is not coming back to her old desk until I am gone. Gosh, and she told me I might have to train another guy! JUST MY LUCK! and I have to train the other temp person who will replace me in July.

Guess I am not the only one who gets pissed off at that guy. She just demonstrated her displeasure at that guy to me just now. I swear she would stab me in anger if this is a free world. But seriously, if it was a free world, I would have murdered him a long time ago.

Well, we might be facing a case of fraud from another company. I can't elaborate though. Just now i went to F/S department. One staff complained to me about the guy not doing what he's supposed to do. My fault? I can't be bothered. I just point out his faults to him straight in the face and if he doesn't get it, too BAD.

I am so bored that I can write multiple posts on one day in a space of 3 hours. And these posts are like also super long. I already entertained myself going on wikipedia reading about Princess Diana, Princess Margaret, Queen Elizabeth, Queen Elizabeth II, Camilla, the Dutchess of Cornwell, also read about Nokia etc. Imagine my boredom. Haha, did I say, I have already read about all the major characters in Sesame Street and read the synopsis of Season 1 and 2 of Spongebob. Wikipedia is my new lover. Oh I have read about Stephen Hawking and read about the solar system. OMG!! I am so knowledgeable now.

Satisfication tastes like this

I couldn't give tuition again this week. Partly, I admit, is due to my laziness. Bedok is really very far from where I work. So, I actually msged the sisters of the two kids. I actually had a pleasant surprise when I asked the results from one of them.

People who don't get the picture: I am tutoring two kids from low income families. One Primary 3, one Primary 5. I charge affordably within a range that is definitely comfortable to them. I really think I should help those who are less fortunate than me. I mean if they can't afford private tuition and they really need it, why shouldn't I help them if it's within my means?

So, this Primary 3 kid. I just got to know him this year. He's very small and cute and I was inspecting the length of his eyelashes that day and it's like bloody long. Haha, I bet I sound like a paedophile. He is very quiet and very well-behaved. He will also do all the work I give him. But he does not get the lame jokes that I make. He will give me a puzzled face and I will have to say"OH, never mind!". Haha. I am actually really impressed with his siblings. They are in Anglican High and Temasek Secondary. I think to myself when I find out: Gosh, what good kids. They can actually still study and work hard in that kind of environment. I say that as their small flat is also rented out to a bunch of people.

The Primary 5 kid was actually my tutee when I was in TJ. Well, I guess he has a mind of his own now. He doesn't do his work and when I force him to do his work, he gives me sloppiness. A few weeks ago, I gave him a huge scolding and threatened to stop giving him tuition. He started crying and apologised. I must admit, the purpose of me scolding him is to get him to cry and will therefore remember this incident forever. So that he will never give me sloppy work or incomplete work. I am so BLOODY mean. Guess what, he started ignoring or glaring at me in subsequent lessons. OMG! This is the kind of treatment I get when I just want the best for him.

Well, I asked the sister of the Primary 3 kid his mid year results. You cannot imagine my delight when I heard he got 99 marks for Maths, 80plus for Science and 70plus for English!!! His results last year was like Band 3 for English and Band 2 for Maths. Muahahaha. I feel so darn happy for him. So this is what satisfaction is like. OMG! sorry, just felt like saying that. Muahahaha.

The primary 5 kid, i have no idea. No news from him.

YEAH! What a great day if I didn't get pissed off again. Since I am in such a good mood, I will now not be so mean to that guy.
:)

Ask

Cookie monster said it's important to ask questions. So i am going to ask...

Why is it that some people just love to boast?!?!? Jn just told me about this ridiculous parent who called her house to boast about her daughters to just anyone who was unlucky enough to pick up the phone. Fine, there is nothing wrong with boasting. Just don't boast so out loud, do it discreetly. I mean that everyone will boast here or there, it is not a character fault. Just do it in such a way that people will wonder whether you are boasting or just talking.

So here's my advice to people who feel like boasting. Do it discreetly. Don't shout it into our faces. Shout it to our toes. Because our toes don't have ears. Go ahead. This is an invitation.

I think I make really ridiculous posts. Forgive me.

COOOOOOOOOKIES!!!

Gosh, Cookie monster is so funny! Muahaha. Me luv coooooookies.

He has a song that goes like this:
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me.
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me.
C is for cookie, that's good enough for me.
Oh, Cookie, cookie, cookie, starts with C.

Damn funny.

I am the Queen of Boredom and Queen of Laments

Stupid or deaf

Seriously, he must be deaf or stupid. I mean what has been said more than once shouldn't be repeated again. Oh, i just realized another reason. He doesn't understand English. OK, i shall speak to him in Mandrain then.

Please, I have never met anyone like that. I mean, are you that incapable or inefficient? I am trying hard to be nice and to teach you stuff but you just can't seem to absorb. It's so irritating. This is what happened...

He told the dealer who called in to submit documents before 2pm. Hello, we told you that it's 10am. Can you see the disparity? And banking hours are over at 2pm. We have so much paperwork to do before we can submit the case eh. U can be so sure that u can submit the case by 2pm? Gosh, there is like no safety net for us. Then who's to blame? U or me coz i taught u.

Guess what he did when i told my supervisor? He had a shouting match with her. And started being all unreasonable. Saying that it's the dealer's problem if he or she has selective hearing. Huh? Where is the sense?

Then, my supervisor gave me a prep talk. Saying that I will meet pple like that when i graduate and i must learn how to work with this kind of unmotivated pple. Ok, i decided then that why should i give myself a hard time? Give my supervisor a hard time? Fine, I will try to make this arrangement work. Then my supervisor dropped a nuclear bomb on me. I have to work with him till at least end June. Ok, pple who are destined for great things will have to undergo pain and suffering before they can handle great things. Haha.

Actually, I juz came back from lunch and i am feeling too sianz to continue. Haha.

Report

I finished this road tax report that I have to do every Monday just now. Quite pleased with the dealers this week, coz at least most of them renewed their road tax before we reminded them. The letter goes something like this...

We wish to draw to your attention that the road tax for the following vehicles is expiring. Your prompt action will be greatly appreciated.

This is a polite and professional way to say it. If it is made in a not so nice manner, it will mean something like this: Excuse me, how many times do we have to remind you to renew your road tax? We are doing you a favour so that LTA doesn't come and fine you. Idiots, you better hurry up.

HAHA! Actually, not very funny eh. Tsk tsk, i am so bloody ridiculous.