I hate packing.
They said that moving house and bereavement are the 2 most stressful things to happen to someone and hell ya I wanted to stab myself while packing last night.
Its not really moving house but kind of, cus I'll be staying in the hostel for a whole year.

Jeslyn and I didn't get to stay in the same room and I'm relieved in a way.
I mean I do want to stay with her cus its cool to be with your girlfriend and hang out together all the time but I think there's a high chance of us quarrelling because of some shitty reason, look what happened to the HK trip it was a disaster la.
And I think jeslyn can't be this perfect there must be some darker side of her that she hasn't revealed, like having the habit of biting her toenails and spitting them on the floor or cross dressing on tuesday nights, I don't know and I don't wish to find out.
Haha so its better in a way that we're not staying together anyway our rooms are 20 steps away from each other.

From tomorrow onwards we'll move into the hall for a two bloody week hostel orientation.
Which camp lasts for 2 bloody weeks its freaking long la.
I don't have enough underwear and bras to wear.

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2 days ago my colleague made me cry at work AGAIN!
It was so unprofessional and stupid I know to cry at work but I couldn't control it.
That aside, life has been pretty good to me.

Everytime something bad happens at work I find new alliances and these people help me become stronger.
I don't want to go through shit again but I'm glad it happened.
I also always keep in mind that I have friends, perverts have friends too, like jeslyn and nat who don't judge.

Previously I thought that the fuck-off attitude is the way to go in a workplace like this, but aren't I wrong?
Nowadays I've grown to love working at the alfresco section of the restaurant, where it is quieter and the pace is slower.
Because I do my job well; plates are cleared, orders given correctly etc I become less stressed and there's time for me to talk to customers.
When my colleague goes 'okay, sir' and strut off, I linger around chatting with customers about random stuff.
I started doing that because this is PR and I can rest without the manager yanking on my pigtails.
Besides that I get complimented a lot for looking cute haha of course I like getting asked 'Ogenki deska?' I'll stay around a little longer.

Just last night this white man told me lots of funny stuff and he said I have lots of energy and the right attitude and I'm that kind of person he'd employ.
It made my day seriously and probably the whole month I'll be smiling to myself.
What he said was what I suspected, a little thick-skinned though, that I work hard and smiling a lot is the way service should be.
Some fucker at work who bullied me taught me that 'being nice to people is to be cruel to yourself'.
I know that's rubbish la I'm nice to customers and they like me back, and the new theory is if they don't like me they're being immature and highly likely that they're jealous I look this cute.

Same goes to colleagues who dislike me, they have got to be envious of something.
I need to learn how to balance being nice and not getting bullied, which is sooo hard. sigh.

This post is so thick skinned.

I lost weight!
I'm like 52 kg now haha 4 more kg to lose before I reach my sec 4 weight.

I love my class 08/05 and melissa soo much after getting to know her better during the HK trip.
She's like a saint.
MELISSA I REALLY LIKE YOU YOU'RE SO ADORABLE AND NICE NO WONDER YOU HAVE SO MANY BOYFRIENDS.
haha

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Jeslyn's house is a zoo.
The dogs are totally adorable la, so puppyish and toy-like!
If she left me alone with the 3 babies I'd have kicked them and thrown them around.
Since she was always within earshot just now I couldn't do what I really wanted to and just picked up her dogs and scratched their ears.
Boring.

Jeslyn pls reconsider again and again before you ask me if I want to adopt your dogs ok.
If I had a dog I would do a few things to it;

1. Castrate it if it were male. I always thought that dogs are castrated by default.
Its nauseating to have dogs humping my leg when I'm minding my own business watching TV. And if i bring him out to a walk and he rapes some pretty bitch in the park how?
I'm definitely not keeping the seeds of my pet's sleazy one night stand.

2. Not sure how this would be done, but I'll mute it.
The last thing I want is my demented neighbour downstairs to knock on my door for the noise.
The other time he caused so much trauma to my mother yelling at her for talking to his maid.
I'm still seething.

3. Make it wear pampers and clothes.
For practical purposes more than asthetic ones.

Anyway I'm allergic to dog fur la so people don't get worked up I'm just fantasizing.

I'm wondering, will you date a boy who is lighter and in some ways prettier than you?
Picture this, one day you and your date goes to the park and how romantic is that, the soft moonlight, the smell of flowers and two of you decide to relive childhood and go to the playground.
Its all novel and fun as the two of you mount each side of the see-saw thinking about how innocent you two were ten years ago.
Suddenly the moment is spoiled as the see-saw tilts with a meanness but inevitably and your side drops to the ground.
He's there, on the other side of the see-saw, legs dangling in the air and the two of you laugh nervously, trying to ignore what this means.

Its kind of embarrassing and you say, 'this is not fun, lets play the swing!'
Which is another major mistake and when you realised it he's already panting like hell trying to swing you on the seat.

A lot of things can happen sia.

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Today had been a surprisingly good day!
I swear I was growing a little more nutty what with barking mad manager on my back and no friends to talk to.
But after yesterday's outing with bee and today's chill out session with jeslyn and friends I feel so much better.

First of all, congratulations to me for not breaking anything or ordering anything wrong today.
Secondly, I got $31.40 personal tips in total.
Now that the system's changed, I can keep tips in my pocket and not worry about the money burning incident happening again.
Anyway, it is so damn obvious that somebody, maybe everybody, had been keeping tips in their own pockets all along.
I used to get the same amount, $30 per week okay!
I feel cheated.

Thirdly, I saw something so juicily scandalous that juices are dripping all over the floor! Literally.
It is super disgusting, this couple was sitting in the comfy booth that is actually well obscured if you want to masturbate.
Which is what they were doing the whole night.
They asked for a whole stack of napkins and didn't let us clear the food basket which they finished long ago.
It was kind of suspicious la but we just thought that locals are kiam siap they still want the crumbs in the food basket.
You know for what or not, the basket is to limit our view of what inclandestine action they were doing under the table.

Now that I think about it, I remember that the man was immobile, as if he was asleep but it didn't look right, cus they were sitting so close together and something was slowly but steadily rocking below...
It was probably the orgasm face sia.
Shit it is disgusting, later on I saw the woman wiping her hands on the napkins and helping him to do it as well while he continued being immobile.

I bet you'd want to watch it, you're gross.

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Nobody sees how screwed up this house is.
It really looks very normal and happy even but who knows what I hear when I pick up the phone accidentally.
Bawling and cursing trust me it is not pleasant to overhear.
I'm sick of this shit that happens every other day what will whining to me help it just adds on to the fucked up counter, whoo~ it has hit another high again.

I don't want to cry so don't ask me about it.

I just want to lie on somebody's shoulder and forget the world.

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I'm fucking sleepy now.
Oops pardon me for that, everyone at work is telling me how to say 'fuck' besides offering me cigarettes every now and then.

The worst thing that can happen did today; I cried at work.
What a loser right, I didn't mean to do that cus it will seem like I'm weak but when the manager started talking to me I lost it.

What happened was, I keyed in the octopus salad instead of oyster salad in the system, that I admit was my mistake because they changed the menu, and subsequently when my colleague keyed in Fisherman's Basket somehow the order didn't appear in the kitchen.
The customers were pissed as they claimed that their poor fat son didn't get to eat anything so they wanted to cancel the order of the last two items.

I'm telling you that cancelling the item is the most fucked up thing you can do to the servers.
The kitchen crew will fuck you, the managers will fuck you and you might need to pay for the outstanding bill.
When the customers paid the bill I don't know what they said to the manager to piss him off, he turned around and told me,
'You fucked everything up. I want to speak to you later and you better be prepared.'

I was damn sad cus I felt like I screwed up you know it doesn't feel too good to disappoint people.
Then I explained to him that the one thing I did wrong was to key in the octopus salad wrongly and I remedied that by getting them the oysters quickly.
The fisherman's basket wasn't ordered by me but he thought otherwise cus I was 'in charge' of that table.

Later on when I was doing something else he came and talked to me I think he apologised for speaking to me like that and from then on I couldn't stop tearing.

The one person who cheered me up was Eusoff he is soooo nice.
He's new la and when I said 'don't know if I need to pay or not' looking really downcast, he went 'if they want you to pay, ask them to fuck off.'
I felt tons better after that.
Tons is like an understatement, before I wanted to quit this job,
after that I wanted to get guests to buy me drinks and I'll pretend to be drunk and shout 'fuck you all' at the managers.

Just now when I had supper with this barmaid, she's 19 and has 4 years of working experience already, she told me so many things.
I know that I cannot be too nice, they're all pushing things for me to do when they're perfectly capable to doing it.
I mean, I'm only one person, A tells me to mop the floor, B asks me to clean the tables, C asks me what the fuck I'm doing.
The right response is 'Fuck you I'm busy now'.

And I'm always like, 'sorry ar my fault.'
Tiff, the barmaid, told me that I cannot say sorry all the time.
Sorry means I'm an easy prey to bully.
Customers fucked up and run away without paying, not my fault, so don't say sorry, just explain and be firm.
Some of the managers make the outstanding bill thing look like such a big deal and make me feel so screwed up.
The thing is, everyone screws up and if you have outstanding bill, BIG HAIRY DEAL, everyone makes mistakes, I'm just extremely apologetic and it makes them want to scold me.
Next time, its 'fuck you what you want?' before 'sorry'.

I believe that my careless meter is lowering every day and I really need to chill when I work.
Besides, I'm new, what the fuck you expect?

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