You know after so much hard work at A levels I thought we really needed this long 10 months break to rejuvenate ourselves.
But how are we supposed to live when we're 18 going on 19 and too shy to still be accepting pocket money from my papa?
I had to be employed.
So I'm stapling away my life at work everyday.
If you ever thought that 50 over pages of worksheets were stapled together by machines,
You're wrong man.
Every single set of worksheet and notes are stapled by hand, sheets are assembled by hand.
This stapling thing is on-going, never-ending and makes me want to slap the teachers la.
It takes whole hours just punching the stapling handle and assembling the sheets.
After finally putting the last of 240 sets together another subject's worksheets come along.
I really hate it.
Why am I wasting my life like that.
The only good thing that came out of this is my increased depth of patience.
Many times I wanted to shout, 'WTF ANOTHER SET AGAIN?!'
I soothed myself by taking deep breaths reminding myself that I chose this job.
Thats about it la.
Anyway my stalker found me at the school bustop and starting his monologue with me.
What made me respond was the shocking revelation [for me] and confession [for him, sort of ] that he was truely stalking me.
He started asking me what block I stayed in, so I lied to him that I stayed in another block.
He contemplated for a while, then he asked, 'Do you stay on the eleventh floor?'
That really made me mad.
I asked him in an accusing tone how he knew because I wanted him to say that he'd been following me home, that a*shole.
His answer made me vomit blood.
'My friend stays on the 12th floor of your block. When I walked down the stairs that time from his house I saw you.'
?!
Can he please stop saying nonsense.?
It got me worried as he now knows my exact address.
For all I know this person might be taking position at the block opposite my house with a pair of binoculars.
We all know how my sister and I are like, we undress spontaneously sometimes just to scare my mother and we don't wear clothes all the time.
Frankly I can't wait to leave that school and that stapling.
I don't want to meet that freaky boy.
oh gosh the stapling eeek.
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I'm so glad to have talked to papa when I reached home from Amore.
I thought he'd be angry with me forever for all those sms-es I didn't reply.
Which I didn't do on purpose.
Last saturday I told him I was going home late he went mad smsing me every half an hour going, 'what time are you going home?' , 'I'll be around that area call me when you leave' and 'now what time already how late is late'.
All these sms-es required immediate diplomatic replies which I wasn't in the mood to do la.
So I just ignored him because I didn't know how to reply also.
When I opened the door to my house he was sitting there solemnly waiting for me.
It was 4am I'd be incensed if my daughter did that to me.
That was about the time I decide that I wouldn't want to have daughters who'd stay out at night and pretend I'm not staying up to wait for her.
For me its a different thing la.
What is there to worry about qianwen I can take care of myself, I'm very decent and I don't have a boyfriend.
Aiyo.
So just now when my papa wanted to reprimand me about my recent behaviour I explained myself that I wouldn't do anything to let them down and please don't worry it makes me guilty.
It makes me kind of sad that they think I've changed.
I really don't agree.
I report my whereabouts without fail to my mother so she wouldn't keep guessing and that she'd be at ease.
Looking at this situation I highly doubt they'd allow me to stay in the hostel.
I'm not wild can't they see that?
If you had to say I'm wild... Its just wrong.
I'm leaning more towards the nerdy side.
A lot of things I'm doing now are the same as I'd have done last time if I had the money and the time and the energy.
Can I don't not stay in the hostel?
Please its from pasir ris to boon lay I will die from train sickness.
I think they should trust me more, I personally like my trustworthiness.
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Fridays are my favourite days because there is wushu CCA for the primary school children.
With the wushu CCA comes the wushu instructor who's the cutest boy in the whole school.
He rides a motorcycle!
And he acknowledged my presence for the first time today as he smiled to me when he entered the office.
I think I was blushing so badly I couldn't think straight or say anything to the parent on the line.
I did a double take and continued blushing furiously until the parent on the line thought I died while talking halfway so she asked, 'Hello, lady, are you still there?'
'Yes I'm still here. Can you help me.. I mean how can I help you?'
He had to smile to me again when he left the office.
That smile made me say ask the parent what class his father is in and who is the parent's father's form teacher.
What a great first impression.
Being tongue tied and stuttering is my forte.
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Mdm woo thought that the sticker on my shoulder is a real tattoo.
I didn't she was talking about me with another colleague as they were speaking in cantonese, until she said mei mei [as in little sister] and raised an eyebrow in my direction.
[Sorry can't take a close up, its indecently hairy. So indecent it was making me blush,]
That butterfly which looks more like a scorched skin coloured with charcoal?
Haha.
I quickly explained that it was leftover accessory from last night's float parade.
Its a sticker don't worry, I just don't bathe frequently enough to wash it off.
The time I spent in the toilet with the running water sounds was just me trying to take pictures of myself playing with water.
Chingay is FINALLY over.
Whew.
Last night the float parade was held at Chinatown, a beautifully decorated place, to celebrate the end of chinese new year.
The few of us, Joyce and Nani, hung around in our full gear costume for about 3 hours doing nothing before the parade commenced.
Doing nothing includes posing with people to take photos and explaining what our outfits are about.
Most of the people who talked to us were old uncles who had quibbles with each other as to who could take pictures with us first.
There was an uncle who zoomed the photo to my face and showed it to me,
saying, 'You look better in close view. haha.'
No, I look fat.
I had to answer the same questions over and over and over and over.
Yes I AM Chinese. I am NOT malay.
Why would I lie to you can't you tell from my make-up that I'm chinese.?
Lets talk about something else other than my race okay?
And that bobbing waving person over there, where have I seen you before?
Oh, I just remembered, I waved to you two minutes ago,
and I said hi two minutes before that, and waved to you two minutes before that.
You think I wouldn't recognize your bobbing figure just because you shifted places?
It was funny how these people tried to get the best spot to take our pictures as our floats travelled two rounds on that road.
What did they want those photos on their handphones for?
They're going to delete it sooner or later with the poor resolution and lighting.
So in order to not waste the pain of having cramped cheeks,
I made it a point to only pose and look directly at professional looking cameras.
I think I got a few laughs for almost falling off-balance when the float jerked.
Standing at 4 meters high, I almost got decapitated by overhanging lights and poles which said,'height limit:4.5m'.
So exciting! I almost died!
My cheeks were still twitching when my papa came to fetch me with my mummy and brother.
My mummy totally spoilt my mood when she asked me why I always acted very eager to get married, in an accusing tone.
Where the hell did she get the idea from?
After some soul searching I realised that it was myself who promised her that I WILL get married by next year.
See I'm worried about passing my childbearing age without the chance of passing on my cute genes.
I'll be doing an injustice.
By the way I might be going to Hong Kong in a month or two.
During my stay there I sincerely hope I can find Andy Lau to make babies with me.
Ideally I want him to carry the baby in his stomach but I doubt he has an uterus,
so I'll have to make do and use mine.
Don't fret about me being an unwed mum.
I'll keep my child only until he turns into a smelly boy and then give him up for adoption,
or even an auction.!
Boys after the age of being small and chubby are not worth keeping anymore[just imagine the smell!] with the trouble they'll cause and porn sites they'll surf.
Ugh.
Yah my brother, he's going to be given away on his next birthday.
Any takers?
♥Bid Farewell
Don't you get pissed when people cry after they get results?
They make their friends crowd around them and console them as if they failed the exam when in fact they have, omg this is so awful, ONLY 3 A's.
Boo.
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I really didn't know what to say to console her in the cab just now even though I know that those results are okayyy.
I was in no place to say 'don't worry' because I don't know what I'd have done if I were in the same place.
But I do believe that things will work out fine, as they always do.
I'm freaking glad about my results. Its MUCH higher than my expectations.
haha.
I love my intelligent chung cheng best friends, whom I never doubted can get less than 6 distinctions. It makes me feel very dumb, but it is besides the point.
My Neo's angels did well, ah tan did well, Lugay did extremely well, and I'm extremely glad.
The one person whom I was worried about got BBC, so I think this occasion calls for us to pop some champagnes.
A few days before I discovered a black backpack being left behind under the Mrt seat.
Immediately I sprang to action asking the person next to the then empty seat if the bag was hers.
She shook her head and continued gossiping on her phone.
Yah she had that gossiping face that's why I know.
I stood there dumbly conjuring possible terrorist plots hidden in that bag in my mind and staring at her as the familiar voice, 'If you see any suspicious articles, please inform our staff or call 999.' droned in the background.
Call 999?
I seriously considered that.
There might be bombs or bombs or firecrackers! or snakes!
Anything could be inside!
So I quickly alighted the train at the next stop to alert the control station staff.
After describing the bag and its location, the man taking notes told me that they'll contact me if they need more information.
I said, "Okay I remember his face. The man who left the bag behind is handsome. "
'Why didn't you ask him for his number? If something happens we'll know who to look for and if nothing happens maybe you two can celebrate valentine's day together.'
Me: 'Oh shit la. Why didn't you tell me earlier? So wasted. '
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