... all you can do is to... grit your teeth and say, 'fuck you'. If today was my first day at work, I would be so demoralized by today, seriously. (sighs)


My boss messaged me early in the morning, telling me not to do stock taking yet. Instead, I should call her first. I did as instructed. And found out that, joy oh joy, I had a bigger task at hand. Due to reasons not released to this lowly worker, I needed to pack certain sizes of a certain design, fill in stupid paperwork, and wait for some uncle to pick it up and send it to outer space, I hope somewhere else while he adds other stocks to the already very full and extremely messy store room. Then I can need to do stock take.

I began this... consignment mission at 10:27 am. And I am so fucking pleased to announce that I only completed the damned task at 12:52 pm. Exhausted, not really... and bored, I sought conversation from my fellow allies, Ain, Alan and Adam, the triple As, haha. Only to have my manager spot me slacking. She sort of reprimanded me, that no matter how important the conversation is, (don't know whether she was being sarcastic or not) you must ALWAYS attend to the (oh-so-godly) customer.

She then made me haul out the stupid stock cards and began counting the stocks available. Like if you have 24 designs in your stock, you need to have 24 designs on display. Which apparently I didn't have, and how the fuck would I have known, since I haven't been in for like a week?! I'm no psychic and the stupid Robinsons management completely rearranged everything and kept the damned display items. So yeah, after she left, I had to do useless rearrangement. It was already 2 then, so the others made me go for lunch first... before returning. Blah, as it was already so late, I had to go alone. No one to vex my frustrations on!

That done, I had a relatively peaceful time until my next streak of bad luck hit.

This freaking SOB stomped up to me and immediately went: I bought a pair of shoes yesterday but it was the wrong size, can I change it?
A little stunned by his suuden appearance I answered: Erm, you might want to check with the counter...
Him: *stares at me with NO COMPREHENSION in eyes*
Me: *blinks at him, thinking 'wtf? is he an idiot or what?'
Then this SOB had the audacity to roll his eyes, YES HE ROLLED HIS DAMNED EYES, and flounced away, saying 'Come on, let's go' to his friend.

Stupid or what? I was speaking in English, yet he didn't understand. Or did he needed a hearing aid and no one gave him that for Christmas because he fucking can't hear!

Justin told me that he later overheard them badmouthing me when we are on the train. I was all like WTF! That bitch! (I don't care that he's male!) I'm sure you're sorry for being brainless and deaf. Here, have an arsenic-laced cookie. Don't get lost on your way to hell now. It's just down below.

Yeah, and fuck you too.

As soon as that was over, this pair of foreigners beckoned towards me, asking me to bring out two pairs of different shoes in different sizes. Alright, easy, right? No. The first one was easy enough, but the second pair was a display item, meaning that only one side was in the box, while the other is probably just somewhere around the store for all I know. Yeah. The problem? I couldn't find the other side! It's like missing! The customers had to wait around... luckily they didn't seem too pissed off and were polite about it. I'm sure that were they locals, they would be complaining and all that for making them wait. In the end, I managed to locate the missing shoe and hence, completed the mission for this time. Yeah, they bought both pairs, though I earn no commission.

If I thought that the worst had passed, sadly I was very very wrong. The next task came soon enough. Two guys asked for a pair of shoesfrom Clarks, and because they knew not the exact size that they wanted, I was told to get both sizes, 8 and 9. Alright, that seemed simple. However, I underestimated the messiness and careless arrangement of the shoes. I brought out the wrong things! A box contained the wrong color, the other the wrong design. I cringed and apologized. They were forgiving enough. I went back and on my second try, I was still embarrassed to discover that this time, both designs were wrong! I went back a third time and finally managed to locate the right ones this time. But in the end, they still didn't buy them. Oh well, I don't care. Not my brand.

Yeah, today's performance was just bad. Way bad. I hope that all the bad luck would just strike now, so that on Thursday,my luck will be extremely good. (: Haha, like that would happen.

Customer: Can you get me a size 42 for this?
Alan: I... think... there's no size 42 already.
Customer: That's not funny.
Alan: ... I'm not kidding.

My record for highest number of shoes taken out has been toppled yesterday!
A whooping number of 14 pairs, served by Alan, haha. Poor guy.
This customer, he came in and started looking around, briefly glancing at several pairs.
He beckoned towards Alan and started instructing him to bring out certain designs in certain sizes.
So he brought them out. Meanwhile the guy had glanced at other shoes, and asked if they were made in Asia. Receiving an affirmative, he then asked Alan to bring out 4 more pairs.
And so he went. Then the guy asked another question, holding up two shoes of different colors, one black and one brown. He asked, "Do you think brown is nicer?"
Alan tactfully replied that it was okay. Which the guy then replied by asking him to bring out another 4 different pairs all in the color of brown.
What a picky person...

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I think this has got to be my favourite MV, it's so sarcastic, and haha, both the bridegroom and the wedding singer are him anyway. I wonder if this is based on a personal experience? MYV doesn't really look good in the suit though... must be the hair.

His songs are never stagnant, the genres are always changing, The album, -Miyavism- was rockish, while MYV Pop and subsequent songs had a softer feel, though still retaining his unique personality. The lyrics he write are quirky and sort of unexpected. Just like him, lol, you should see the youtube videos available, not the MV, but his comments or some backstage stuff. He's weird enough alone, add in the various PSC labelmates, they're just all bad influences on each other. [laughs] Here's a link to download the current song I like off his new release.

PS: the words on the fan is oresama, ore being a very masculine and brash way to address yourself. [polite way to address yourself is watashi, males usually will use boku, females... not too sure, something like atashi?] sama is an honorific you add on, and here it is used to address someone of a higher rank, like master. [usually san is used, being the equivalent of mr/ms/mrs etc. kun is usually used for guys, or classmates, colleges. chan is more for females, pets, or those younger than you in general] So calling yourself oresama is rather... I don't know, confident? [laughs] Anyway, that makes him who he is.

Labels: j-rock, notice, people

Went all the way to Braddell today... one of my mother's friend just came back from the hospital after a major operation. I've known her for quite long, almost all my life, and she's a really nice person, so cheerful and so vibrant. So it really quite sad to see her looking pale and tired, and way thinner than before. Before she was quite plump, and had a loud jovial voice. Now, she seemed to have dropped at least 10 kg and could hardly speak any louder than needed.

Due to some illness or something, she had to remove her womb and because she had a allergic cough, the wound hurt every time she coughed or sneezed. Even laughing was painful; I could see it when she laughed softly and had to clutch at her stomach, pained.

And it's really quite worrisome because she's currently living on her own as her son's in Australia studying, and her husband's in Myanmar working. All she has is her sister-in-law who would come every afternoon bringing her lunch and accompanying her until evening before she has to leave to take care of her own home.

Blessed be. Even though she's Christian and probably wouldn't believe in the Goddess and God, more blessings wouldn't hurt anyone...

Labels: life, people

two and a half years. six strokes.




well, it's not the end of the world.

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... I'm tired... >.> and no, I didn't finish studying ss. Too bad, just got to smoke through the test. I read through chapter six on Venice while on the train to Dhoby Ghaut to meet Annabel and the others. 4:15, she told us to wait at the mrt station and not to arrive late, yet when I reached at 4:10, no one was there. Sigh... late as usual. Aaron was the first person other than me to arrive. Strangely, I didn't really remember him back in primary school, but I could recognize him... okay, maybe the name tag on his uniform was kind of giving away. I'm kind of awkward with strangers, but we had an okay conversation. Maybe I'm developing social skills! Or maybe it's just him. >.>

So yeah, met Annabel, Charmaine and Joshua then. It was a pity Denise couldn't come along, I miss her dry humor, and we could all take turns to be sarcastic. Haha, I kind of piss Annabel off with my snarky remarks. It's a talent, really. But yeah, missed talking to her. I don't exactly know Charmaine and Joshua well, actually, I don't think I've met Joshua before back in school. My social circle's kind of small. Charmaine has this weird laughter that Annabel claims is the sound of a vacuum cleaner, whereas it sounds more like an asthma attack to me. It's really funny though, and we all kind of mock cringe when she starts laughing.

After meeting up, we took 36 to St Patrick Secondary. Brother Edwards showed us around the school, and Mark, one of the guys there, showed us this awesome recording room perfect for a rock band. The school's huge, one can really get lost there, and it would take ages to get from one place to another. Their library spans like one entire level, though I didn't go inside. We kind of talked over tea, while I didn't do much talking, since I'm not exactly part of their social circle. They've plenty of church friends in common, and it's like everyone knows everyone, so yeah, I listened. It's alright, I guess, kind of boring, but expected, since I'm quite a hard person to entertain. And yeah, it's not really important to be part of their crowd. I'm pagan through and through, though it would be cool if we wiccans could meet up and do stuff. Personally, I have yet to meet another pagan, and yeah, solitary witch...

After visiting St Pat, we then went for dinner, Katong Laksa at Eunos. I think I gained weight after eating just that one bowl of laksa. Seriously, I think the cook added just way too much coconut milk or something.

I reached home at like 10:30, taking 966 all the way to Marsiling mrt station and then to Yew Tee. I was so worried that my mother would kill me for coming back so late when I kind of told her I'll be back as soon as possible. Yet, she surprised me when I arrived home and she just asked me whether it was fun. Well, and I lied extensively just to meet up with Annabel and the others. She would never allow me to go so far with people she doesn't really know, no, my opinion of my friends don't count.

I was dead tired when I came back, almost fell asleep on the bus, but my paranoid nature prevented me from nodding off. I tried reading through my ss book but soon got bored and gave up. I'll just depend on luck tomorrow...

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... just another boring day at school, with us worrying all about our grades and the next assignment that we either did or didn't complete. Social studies was alright I guess, I paid attention, because tomorrow's the mock exam, and I want to try passing for once. English was... boring. I hate comprehensions, and we had to go through comprehension skills because we just suck at it. Fun, much? Nah. Physics lesson was bad... everyone just don't really like physics, and Miss Lim's teaching can put us to sleep. We were just mucking around when she lose her usual composure. Looking seriously at the end of her limit, she ended the lesson half an hour before time. Well... we were certainly shocked into silence, which was exactly what she wanted when she was teaching. I think some of us felt guilty, even though they weren't at fault. Me, I don't know, felt neutral, I guess. I'm not too good at this sort of thing, you know, having a conscience and all that. Never needed one, you see.

Labels: people, school life

Tokio Hotel is currently my newest obsession. Don't ask me what's with me and foreign bands, I just heart them. First was all the jrock and visual kei, next came french band, Kyo, and now, I am totally, completely, absolutely, unabashedly smitten, taken, obsessed, enamored with Tokio Hotel.

Of course, my attention is captured by the charismatic lead singer, Bill Kaulitz who apparently looks real fine with eyeliner, piercings, tattoos and a shock of wild mane that rivals jrock style. And the fact that he has a twin, Tom doesn't hurt. I love his accessories, man, I wish I could just have his necklaces, the skull choker, and the fang necklace.

Darn, I have to go now... guess I have to update later.

Labels: people, random, Tokio Hotel

my mother was commenting on something in the news today. She said something about Taiwan assassinating one of our people. Note the word, 'our'. Does it matter whether it's our people, a Singaporean, I assume, or a Taiwanese, one of their people. [please note the mocking tone I'm adopting here.] What's the bloody difference?! [Yes, there's a pun in there.] Shouldn't she have be lamenting over the fact that someone was killed, and not because that someone was one of our people? Does it means that if it were one of their people, she wouldn't feel the same intensity of pain?

Beneath the politics and personalities and opinions and everything, it all boils down to a fact: we belong to the same species, we are all humans. To quote Shakespeare, if you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? Granted, that quote is taken out of context, but what I mean is the same thing.

Hopefully that there will no longer be anything like 'our' or 'their' people. This kind of separation is just plain baseless.

Labels: people, random

SYF 2007: Silver. Again. Not that I'm not grateful that we got a silver instead of bronze or even c.o.p. But... this is like the third time I got silver for syf. Primary 5, Sec 2 and now... it's like I have some sort of fate with silver. But we have come this far, and I am glad to have shared this experience with everyone, though I might not know many of them, especially those not in my section. I would like to thank everyone for their hard work, because even though a gold was not reached, we learned many things on this journey.

[1] reached school at around 10, and was immediately ushered into the makeshift girls' changing room. So, I changed as swiftly as I could, trying not to feel self-conscious. Then we moved on to do our makeup... which made me think of those chinese erm... demoness from the archaic martial arts tv dramas. Do I make sense? Haha, anyway, the blush was heavily applied, and it clashed with the turquoise eyeshadow which was supposed to match with our gowns.

[2] started practice at like about 11:40? Anyway, we did the usual; warm-ups, then went through the songs etc. Details I can't really remember... too tired.

[3] lunch... was free, so I shall not complain. Yeah, it was free. Note that and make your own inferences, I'm sure there are clever people out there.

[4] the bus ride to VCH was uneventful as I dozed fitfully against the window. I didn't really want to sleep, but was pretty tired, besides, no one was talking to me... I was awake by the time we reached. So no harm done.

[5] I wasn't really nervous when I went up on stage, for VCH had became somewhere familiar to me, having performed there before, and being to concerts here. Besides, the lighting was comfortable and cosy, unlike our previous venue for syf. I did what I could, trying to recall what we learnt, and putting the expressions into our faces. My cheeks actually hurt... not used to long periods of extended use, since I'm not a very 'smiley' person.

[6] after the performance, we stay to hear the results, since we were the second last choir for the day. Miss Ong led us all outside for a talk. She seemed pleased with us, and commented greatly on our improvement. I was glad, but a doubt nagged inside me; what if she was consoling us in this manner? Anyway, we cheered a bit, and then went back and waited. Waiting sucks; I don't really wait and today, I was especially impatient.

[7] Few schools had gold, and there wasn't any which achieved a gold with honors, there were a few c.o.p and bronze, and then silver. Jia Xuan of BP High too received a silver, and she was like really disappointed, like us. Unity Sec erupted into cheers when they heard they got a silver, we met our own silver with stony silence, and frowns. Some even cried. I was sorely disappointed, even though I know gold was not something that we have reached, but I hoped, and was disappointed.

[8] Unknown to many, yes, I did cry. But not a lot, just merely over active tear glands. I had actually promised myself not to cry, even if I did, I'd do it at home, alone. But the others who burst into tears affected me, and I found my own eyes tearing up. I kind of cried on the bus silently, tears which I refused to acknowledge, and stared resolutely out of the window. Luckily the bus ride was long, due to traffic and I got myself grounded with some meditation techniques.

[9] Long speeches from everyone who tried to wax eloquent about the whole process and everything. And I cried a bit. And everyone sang Oh Magnum Mysterium for the last time together, but it sucked since most of the girls were like teary and all, and we went off badly. But no one cared.

[10] thank you to everyone in the choir, thank you to all the teachers, especially the teachers-in-charge. thank you.

Since this is like the last time I will have a syf with this choir, I think I'll just do something here; write my opinions on all the sec 4s in the choir, present company excluded, of course.

[Kimberley] My dear dear sectional leader. Kimmi, thank you most of all. 'Cos you worked the hardest, out of all of us in the soprano section. And you worry so much about us, and blamed our mistakes as your own, which is a trait I wish you would change... I'm sorry we could get a gold, but don't take it too much on yourself, cos we did our best, and you know that.

[Wei En] ... if you read this, please don't be offended. She acts cute a lot. Trust me. But she is a good friend, though she has her faults too. Yah, overly insecure and dependent, but can be reliable.

[Joey] ... nothing much lah, but she was part of the reason why I joined choir in the first place. We were classmates in sec 1, so since we were selected by choir, we decided to go in together. Haha, we also skipped choir a lot in sec 1 together. And we were forced to go to practices due to the then scary Mr Liew.

[Yan Ting] a pity she wasn't performing with us for syf. Usually very lame, but still dependable most of the time, when she isn't annoying others or seeking attention. I'm not overly worried that she will be offended, since we say this to her face most of the time.

[Cheryl] she works too hard. She has put in a lot, a lot, a lot for this choir, and I feel that sometimes, she is underappreciated. Since last year, she has been stressed out over choir issues, and her grades slipped drastically because of that. Hopefully, with syf over, she'll have time for herself. A very very reliable person, who is also very positive.

[Yeah Jun, Wen Ting, Feng Ru, Hui Qi] don't really know them all very well, but they are pretty close to each other. Usually, if one skips, the others will follow, until syf came around the corner, and they became serious and came regularly. They're really humorous people, very fun to be with.

[Chong Ren] he is like the comic relief in the choir. And usually his actions are always funny, even though he doesn't mean it to be funny. Blur and a little exaggerating, but I feel that he is sincere in what he's doing, and that's the most important thing.

[Victor, Tze Yang, Joshua, James] don't really know them too, since they only joined like last year, but they're alright, I guess. Victor's a bit blur, Tze Yang... kind of sings in a funny manner, as if he's having a difficult time, cos he usually sticks his neck forward, something like that. Joshua... not too sure. James... attention seeker or something. But I think he's quite chummy with Chee How and Chong Ren...

[Chee How] well... my opinion of him is like a rollercoaster. There are times when he says something that actually makes sense and raises my opinion of him, then he spoils the image by saying something ridiculous. So my opinion then plummets. But overall, he's still alright, and quite nice actually when he's not being lame. Yeah...

[Tian Jun] finally, to our president, then I can go to sleep. He sometimes rub me the wrong way, so I get frustrated at him, but he's quite alright if you ignore his faults. Heh, I really really really hated the military style of discipline, since one of the main reasons I joined choir was to avoid this kind of thing. Heck, I even turned down the offer to join band because I didn't want to do the 'fall-in', 'fall-out' thing. But... he's pretty decent, so kudos for effort trying to be a good president. Maybe someday I'll remember him favorably... nah, probably not possible.

Labels: choir, people

if I have 5 cents every time she nags at me, I think I'll be a certified millionaire already.

Labels: people

Fuck you. Stop fucking pushing me. Fucking stop this. Just shut the hell up.

I DON'T WANT TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE.

STOP THREATENING ME. I CAN'T STAND IT. JUST FUCK OFF.

GO AWAY. OR MAYBE I SHOULD. YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING.

GO AHEAD, SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT. I'M GOING ANYWAY. TO WHERE? THE PLACE I SHOULD BE GOING, I GUESS. TO SOMEWHERE I SHOULD BELONG. TO SOMEWHERE WHERE I CAN BELONG. THIS JUST ISN'T THE PLACE.


andwhentheangelsfalltheyscream.
andiseetheirwingsbeingrippedaway.
andthebloodwillspillandasforme?
ithinkiwillstandthereandjustsmile.


She's a fucking liar

Labels: people, rant

Zhang Yu's back. OMG. I need to start running for my life already. After a month of bliss, this is going to be so much like hell.

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As a purely rhetorical question; if you're public enemy number one, doesn't this hint something at you? Surely 100 people can't be wrong? [line is tweaked from a Gravitation fanfiction]

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