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.