Oh my god I'm so glad Nat forced me to miss dance class today.
We almost had to reschedule our day out for the third freaking time.
I miss her so much.
This boy is seriously bothering me.
He carries his cumbersome schoolbag, so big it is forced into an unnatural square shape that threatens to blow up if one so much as add a piece of paper into it.
I don't remember bringing so much things to school in Sec 4.
My bag was probably lighter than my school uniform and it gets blown away by the wind all the time.
In addition to the chunky bag, he has a briefcase-like carrier with the zip waiting to burst.
No files meh?
Its only January for heaven's sake.
How the hell did he accumulate so many worksheets.
Its obvious that he hasn't packed his worksheets since last year.
Or even the year before.
Add geeky glasses, totally tucked-in uniform and a slouching back to that image.
Oh, and pimples. Lots of them.
Handsome right?
After taking the same bus with me home twice and sitting beside me, I conclude that he's not a snorer.
Bad news is, he's not so charming when he leans his head back to sleep.
His mouth is SO WIDE OPEN you can actually perform teeth filling on him without him noticing.
After I saw him sleep like this I had a mortifying realisation.
I sleep in the exact same way too.
Everyday for 40 mins x2 to work and back home on the bus, my mouth slackens and I probably drool a lot while innocent passengers watch on in disgust.
Interesting how we see our own flaws in others huh.
The problem I have with him is not that he is too handsome.
Just the fact that he pretends to be going home at the same time just to take the same bus as me.
I'm so not kidding.
I think we're the only two poor souls who live that far away who take that bus service.
At first I thought that it was a coincidence that he was always near me.
Then when pretending to sleep on the bus, I saw him standing beside my seat waiting for the auntie next to me to alight.
SO THAT HE CAN WAKE ME UP WHEN WE REACH PASIR RIS.
omg he's so predictable.
That day I was scratching my armpits [with both hands at great speed] as if I had lice to signal that I was no longer asleep.
Thank you handsome boy I know that you know where I stay but I DO NOT want you to take that opportunity to touch me anywhere to "wake me up".
See my hands?
They're full of armpit lice.
But he still tapped me on the shoulder.
"Your stop.."
I shrugged his hand off and snapped "I know lah."
He didn't get it that I was turned off by his over eagerness to be friends.
Today, I tried to escape my usual routine to avoid him by leaving office 20 MINS EARLIER.
And he was there.
Lurking around behind that pillar looking out for me.
I was running and I think he saw me too.
Because there was no other way to exit to get to my bus stop, I snuck into the building where he was ambushing me while he pretended to walk the route I was going to take.
I lingered around some 5 mins before leaving the main gate.
And I saw him there.
Watching the gate like a
So pathetic was he.
Slouching and looking at me expectantly.
No choice.
I had to run the other way to the next bus stop.
What am I going to do tomorrow.?
He starts surveillance of my only route from 5pm leh.
The usual time I leave school is 520pm.
Should I stay till later or leave earlier?
I hope that things won't get so bad that I'll have to resort to using my special Mickey Mouse foldable umbrella.
♥Bid Farewell
You know what I hate most about answering the phone at work?
1. The Phone Whisperers.
"Sorry mam, can you speak louder please?"
After I say that they'll attempt to speak louder by using heavier breaths.
Someone save me.
I try to catch on a few key words while they're breathing their words because its embarrassing to keep telling them to speak up.
I guess they're using the company phone secretly.
From the first hello if I detect a whisperer I'd get them to hold on while I tuck my hair behind my ear.
Trying to press the phone as close to my ear as possible, I concentrate very hard to hear.
If my colleagues are within earshot, I will say "Thank you. Bye bye." to the bleeting dial tone.
At least they're soft, even if they're hurling vulgarities I wouldn't notice.
Life ain't too bad huh.
Until you get the calls of the People who Hang Up abruptly.
Damn I hate being hung up on.
It catches me by surprise, humiliates me while I hear the dial tone beep monotonously.
Today I got a call from this f*ed up mother who absolutely cannot understand anything I say.
Her not-so-bright son went home although there's extra lessons after school.
Lucky for her there's a class tomorrow conducting the same lessons.
But this f*ed up lady wouldn't take a solution.
She wants to vent her anger on me.
She keeps going "what kind of service is this? You know its very confusing for us? Since your school gives us an option between monday and tuesday you should tell us what. "
After asking for a favour she hangs up immediately.
That is a bad example of how you ask for favours.
Oh I'm so touched by your sincerity of hanging up the phone abruptly that I will IMMEDIATELY get back to you.
Or was that an attempt to intimidate the other person on the line?
Shit you ma'm. Shit you for not getting your son to check with the teacher the day.
Shit you for rambling on and on while I put you on speaker to continue reading dooce.com.[since I can't possibly hang up on you. I think you'll pluck all your pubic hair in frustration from having no one to complain to.]
This f*ed-up lady kept calling me every fifteen minutes to ask the teacher to confirm with her what day is it supposed to be.
She was really too dense to understand "the teacher is not around now".
She must have been thinking that it meant "the teacher is at your beck and call and its only 3 hours after school ended.! "
Every time I sense that she was going to hang up I poise to put down the phone so that she might here the dial tone before I do.
I punched my fists in the air in triumph whenever I hung up at the same time she did.
Yes she did call so many times.
I was so lucky I met the instructor of those enrichment lessons.
He passed me the namelist of the students involved and guess what?
This f*ed up lady's son's name wasn't there.
I called her immediately.
"HA! Your son didn't hand up the form."
She hesitated for a while.
"My son told me he handed it up." I like her so much better when she's meek.
I went HA! again so many times explaining to her what she can do.
And before she can hang up on me, I "HA! Thank you" and hung up.
HA! I know her son's name and I will take note.
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I read something very disturbing yesterday.
I understand that some people have uncontrollable urges to pierce their bodies, colour their skins with permanent ink,
others can't stop altering their faces or bodies.
These are considered mild compared to people who desire to be amputees.
Siao. Amputate their legs and hands leh.
Not funny and its irreversible.
I'm quite fascinated at how insane people can act.
According to what I read, they fervently persue surgeons to help them with this operation to remove otherwise healthy limbs.
Obviously ethically guided physicians will not do it for them.
So they resort to extreme methods like freezing their legs in dry ice to force gangrene to set in or shooting their own legs.
Like I said, Siao.
There's this guy who's successfully forced the surgeon to remove legs for him.
He said that he feels complete and at peace without both legs.
After counselling he's gotten rid of plans to chop his left hand off too.
What's amazing is that he said there're some things he can't do anymore, like walking on the beach and feeling the sand under he's feet. "What the hell was I thinking then?" were his exact words. hmm.
Sorry too late legs severed cannot be sewn together again.
Heng he didn't chop his hands off as well.
♥Bid Farewell
I've got a new job which I expectantly accepted because my best friend
come and tell me that its $10 an hour.
I'll be insane to not take it right?
From my tone obviously can tell that I got cheated.
The pay is around half of that.
But, oh well.
I prefer this job anytime compared to the Guardian one.
No fighting among promoters, no bootlicking of superiors, so shiok!
I'm enthusiastically saving money for the Phuket trip with weiwei that I so hope will not only be talk.
It'll be my first time venturing abroad with friends [not counting Genting with Jeslyn cus its with her family, and its only Malaysia].
This is the highlight of my holidays and probably the highlight of year 2008 considering that we're going to university soon.
Holy cow i get jittery whenever I think about the new phase that i'll be going through.
New faces new environment and new challenges. I hope I can stand up to all those.
Haven't been talking to my friends because of this shitty working hours and
dance class that goes on 5 days a week.
Honestly I'm really glad that I accompanied xinyan to the dance audition.
I'm sure I didn't know what I was doing whirling the fan this way and that trying to mimick the chinese dancer.
I was almost ready to be rejected, harbouring only a tiny speck of hope to be accepted.
In retrospect I think they were really desperate for dancers.
haha I dont care la I like dancing.
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What can be better than spending New Year's Eve with 2 of your best friends.
The music was great at Acid Bar and the company was great, must be my best countdown.
The only thing is that the construction workers wouldn't stop taunting us Singaporeans with their hoots and foam sprays.
They should entertain each other instead of deriving sick pleasure from threatening to spray soap on us.
Wah lao. Why don't they stay at their construction sites and play adult games themselves.
It was great otherwise.
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