Wednesday, January 31, 2007

I am super hungry.

I'm supposed to blog. But I'm tired as hell.

Nas: I've been patronizing Diva EVERY FREAKIN DAY after work, and I will leave with something. Shit man. I mean, can you blame me, when bangles are going for 2 freaking 50??? No right??!!

Ayid: Yeah, I want to duplicate the length today, but too tired lah. Haha

Khalis: Eh excuse me. It is YOU who doesn't bathe straight away after you reach home. So you are the one who smells. Hah.

I found a pool place at Bugis! And it looks nice and not shady. Shall go there one day. Anyone wants to accompany me?

Am eating Maggi now. So pathetic.

Am typing in incomplete and abrupt sentences because of fatigue.

Okay I promise I will do a long one this weekend. :)

Goodnight people.

@ 6:36 AM

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Okay, long post coming right up. To compensate for the lack of posts since the 21st, I will blog long long tonight.

I am still kind of unsure as to how to go about life as a single. It's weird I tell you. Of course, you see me all happy and going gaga over hot guys and whatnot, but what you don't see is a slightly lost and rather, um, cautious (?) person. I try my best to not feel that way, but it just kind of creeps up on me.

I went over to Shikin's on Thursday. Was supposed to meet her at Toa Payoh at noon to get my white tee for work, then go to school to watch some soccer match and meet up with the guys, but yes, our dear Shikin had to wake up at 11.15 whereupon she discovers she is locked in her house! Why? Because her mother went out to Geylang!

So, I ended up going over to her place and gorging on onion rings, nuggets and fries. Sigh. By then, she managed to find her housekeys which fell behind the oven.

Then, we went out at around 3 plus, grabbed a cab and sped off to the McDonald's at AMK, the one in the middle of nowhere with a drive-thru and indoor playground or whatever. I still think that place is weird. And it's freaking scary at night.

Anyway, we met Nadia and Hazimah there. I haven't met those two in a bloody long time. They asked me to help design their class tee. So, for the first time in my life, I was faced with an artistic predicament.

Drawing gingerbread men. And women.

These things, no matter how cute, are bloody difficult to draw. They either end up looking like pocong, or toyol. Or Casper the friendly ghost.

Well, mine anyway.

Tried to fit 24 of those things on 4-8 in block letters but only managed 20. The other four are in hiding. Or got eaten. Lol

I decided to indulge myself with an oreo cheesecake. And got sick, and started farting. HAHA. Sorry. Too much info. Anyhoo, we had crazy fun with Shikin's handphone, (the Cybershot one, lucky her) because it can distort your face like mad. It can squish up your face, make you look like an alien, make you look monstrous basically. So we were laughing hysterically at the disgusting pictures and everyone looked at us like we were insane.

Then I discovered Sharudin works there. Hahahahaha. At the McCafe, so I don't get to see him in the dorky uniform. That's too bad.

The next day, I had to go over to my ex tuition teacher's house because she wanted to see my pelamin designs. Yeah, of all things to ask me to design, she asked me to design pelamin. I mean, talk about randomosity.

And our dear Kak Yani didn't tell me she was going to give me a hugeass load of nasi briyani to bring home!!! She lives in Hougang. I live in Marsiling. Hougang to Marsiling with BIG BIG bag of briyani = NOT GOOD. For my bag and my shoulder. And I wouldn't want to carry a big white plastic bag just like that right, so tak glam. So i stuffed it in my tote, which surprisingly didn't smell of briyani afterwards.

Today was my first day at work. And it didn't start right. At all. Imagine this.

You're all ready to set out for work, in your brand new white tee and new set of paste-on nails, and you're feeling cute and perky. Suddenly, you look out of the window, and it starts to rain. Heavily. You look at the time. 1.15. what time were you supposed to report? Right, 2pm. At Bugis. And where were you? Still at home.

You think, I'd better get going now, if not I'll be damn late. So you grab your umbrella, and you walk into the rain. Suddenly, you realise your nails are slowly falling off. As you desperately try to stick them back on, a HUGE gust of wind blows your umbrella upside down, sending a spray of water right in your face and smudges your mascara.

Then you step into a puddle deep enough to hold an ecosystem and your shoes get wet. As the design is hand-drawn, they get smudged too, just like your mascara.

And you still have dozens of puddles to step into until you reach Marsiling MRT station. By now, three of your nails have gone missing, your hair is in a mess and half your tee's wet. Your feet are cold and feel like they're in a flooded sampan made of slimy canvas.

Do you blame me for screaming, " ARGHHHHHHH!!! MOTHER!!! " in the middle of the road? And again when I finally reached Marsiling MRT? And again when I reached Bugis 15 minutes late, only to find the place swarming with people and I have to grab an apron and giddily go around talking to customers and answering questions to which the answers I know nothing about???

Anyway, the rest of the day was fun. I gradually settled in and got mroe comfortable talking to customers (even though some of them rudely ignored my Hi can I help you?).. It helped that The Married One was around. Damn he is hot lah I cannot stand it.

Ahem anyway. Thanks to Syafs and Linny and Sarah and Han for dropping by! Woot!

Yes, the pink apron looks like something out of The Stepford Wives. It's kind of cute, in a way. I should try different looks with it hahaha. I mean, since we get free reign for whatever we wear, excluding the plain white tee. Might as well right.

Went crazy in Diva. They were having a mad sale. 2.50 for a necklace?? What the hell. Tmorrow I'm buying more. Hahah and my pay isn't even here yet. Tsk. Must. Curb. Spending.

Knocked off work at 6 something, met up with Sarah and Han, chatted with them for awhile, then went off to meet Syafs and Adlin at Novena. I was damn lost, and these three mats in GilaMovie were staring at me funny because I was going around in circles trying to follow Syafs' directions (and failing to do so) and finally found Syafs and met Lysa and Khairul there too. Wow. That was a long sentence.

HAd some ayam panggang thing at Fork and Spoon and chilled out in Syafs' family car. Talked about loadsa stuff. Like O-level results. Gahh.

Okay. Is that long enough? Yes. I think so. Okay. Goodnight!

Oh, and drop by Shugar if you're free. It's at Parco Bugis Junction, level 3. Take the escalator outside Body Shop. Yeap. Ta!

@ 7:00 AM

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Okay. I am in a very fragile emotional state right now. Not because it's that time of the month, or because I'm pregnant, but because I am now single.

Yeah, you read it right. I'm single and starkly boyfriend-less. After 9 months of being cocooned in the safety and security of having a boyfriend, I'm let out. And it's solely my choice.

I guess some things just cannot be worked out. I knew from the start, the sheer differences between us could drive us apart someday. My free swinging lifestyle clashed with his need for stability and comfort. My impatience clashed with his temper. My tendency to put friends first disappointed him, and I simply couldn't care less.

I was planning to go clubbing when I turned 18, and he was bent on not letting me go. I wanted a wild and frenzied social life, and he was keeping tabs on any male friend who dared sms or call me. I love people, male, female or gay, but he has his preferences.

I admit I neglected him. I was sick of all the suffocation. To me it was suffocation, but to him, he just wanted to show that he cared, and that was the only way he knew how to.

So I couldn't take it anymore.

The 9 months wasn't all that bad though. He helped me master pool.

On a deeper note, we both came out better people. I learnt sometimes, life isn't about throwing away all the bad things and only focussing on the good. I have to face what's bad, and work it out. I can't run away from responsibility all the time. He also taught me to treasure the people in my life more, because you never know when they might go (choy!).

I helped him control his temper (which at worst, could rip off all your limbs at a single glare) and love the people most important to him, which right now, is family. I'm proud of him. We went through N and O levels together, and it just meant so much.

If I type anymore, I'll cry. So I will stop here and move on.

Saturday night/ Sunday morning marked a huge milestone in my life. I have a feeling 2007 will be a very fun year (ahem)...

@ 7:51 PM

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Okay, okay, check this out people.


Yes! By the lovely people at Shugar! They caught me unawares seh, the Married One called me on Sunday evening. " Good news! You're selected! "

I think I have this condition which erases all form of sensible and professional etiquette in my psyche whenever I get good news. Wait, this isn't JUST good news! This is insanely, hysterically, fantastic news!

You no longer have to bear with my griping about my lack of an employer!

Hmm. Does my future lie in others' nails?

Okay sorry. I have a product orientation this Saturday, which includes my very own product kit! Which means, FREE NAIL POLISH! That, I swear, is like music to my ears. Hahah, I actually wasn't very excited when he told me that because I didn't grasp the concept of a product kit at first. So he was like, " And you're getting a product kit! (I could actually hear him smiling that cutely sarcastically sadistic smile of his) " And I was like, " Oh okay. " *crick crick*

I can't wait till Saturday! I'm getting super restless by the day. I actually finished two pairs of shoes in one and a half days, and that is phenomenal by my standards.

I need pool. And yes Nas, LET US PLAY TENNIS.

And Syafs! We'll get to have lunch! I actually told her straightaway after I got the call because she happens to work at Bugis, and my outlet will be at Bugis, so we can lunch together! How fun is that.

Is there a Subway at Bugis??? I am not intending to break my eat-healthy vow okay. Which is when I eat outside, I will not spend more than 5 dollars on a meal, and that meal will either be Japanese, yong tau foo or Subway. Or any other healthy alternative along those lines.

Despite people telling me how tiring it is to work while studying, I don't really have much of a choice see. There's not exactly an avalanche in my bank account, my parents are not getting any younger and I have three younger brothers to help look after. Not to mention my incessant shopping habit.

So as long as I can take care of myself financially, and maybe contribute to the bills in the house (which means fully paying for my own handphone bill), I'm happy. I don't even care if I get tired or not, you know?

I mean, my job isn't too dead-end, and the bosses are pretty much flexible. I already told them I wanted to continue working while studying, and they said I can work weekends, no problem. I can also put in hours during days when I have, say, one lecture or tutorial, and free time the rest of the day.

This might be kind of idealist, and I haven't even enrolled for poly yet, but I need to have roughly a plan as to how I'm going to sort out my life. Turning seventeen is a big deal, as it marks the end of my teenhood, and the beginning of my adulthood.

Digression, I'm turning 17 on the 17th of March 2007. Cool eh? And isn't 7 a lucky number or something? I don't know why but suddenly I feel all geared up to start working and school term woots!

I need more shoe orders. Hmm. Will go advertise in Friendster. Ta!

@ 5:13 AM

Saturday, January 13, 2007

On Thursday, I went for my first ever real job interview for Shugar, a nail art thing which will be opening its flagship outlet in Bugis at the end of this month.

I went all the way to KALLANG all by myself okay. I should get a freakin award.

So, I endured an hour long MRT ride all the way to Aljunied, where as soon as I got out from the underground tunnel at Lavender, it started to rain. Damn suay man, Thank God I managed to stuff my umbrella in my trusty Dorothy Perkins clutch. Love it lah, such a steal at 4 bucks from a flea market.

Anyway, there I was, all alone, in the freezing rain without a jacket, about to venture into an unknown part of Singapore.

I admit, I was feeling rather angsty because my BF was too tired from school to accompany me, I mean, HUH it's not like I'm asking him to accompany me for a marathon. And besides, ITE MacPherson is at Paya Lebar, which is next to Aljunied MRT lor!


And it had to rain some more. So I was feeling mighty pissed.

Then I reached this scary industrial area, befriended three Chinese girls who happened to be on their way for the interview too, went into the wrong building (the correct one was next door), got freaked out, and finally reached the damn place.

The interview was fun! Heh.

Thehy're supposed to call today, or Monday. I sure hope they do. I'm sick of looking for a job.

Today was great.

I miss everybody. I miss the familiarity.

@ 4:54 AM

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Even though the morning is always the best time to look for jobs in Classifieds, you have to be prepared for letdown after letdown after letdown.

And trust me, it's not exactly a beautiful way to start the day.

After being blatantly ignored by an asshole who promised me an interview today, I started calling other numbers in my list, and those rejections come again and again.


Okay la enough griping. Shall look up the Internet. Ta!

@ 7:40 PM

Friday, January 05, 2007

syafs : Obviously the fry wasn't enough. Maybe the son repented and finally hired somebody. Maybe the son died! Woot! Gosh I'm so mean. Okay no, the son didn't die. He repented. And yeah, I miss you too.

nas : I already have THANK GAWD! I knew my parents were human and have hearts. Awww.

lny: Yahlah stupid island. We should ask for our three dollar admission fee back.

Speaking of Sentosa admission fees, I was wondering. Is it really mandatory to pay? I mean, we pay right, and then we get tickets right, and then we have to go through this fare gate right? What if we arrive, and we just get somebody from inside to fetch us by car or something? D'oh!

Unless, of course, you don't have somebody from inside to fetch you. And that somebody would have to pay. But you wouldn't. Ahhh.

It feels so weird not going back to school. Of course, I love rubbing it in school-goers' faces.

OMG! I just realised I haven't done my 2006 reflections! LOl I haven't even thought of reflecting you know? I mean, reflections are so overrated, duh!

Okay not. Sorry. I know how meaningful reflections can be to certain people. Maybe because they've had victories and many happy moments, and they want to, well, relive the bliss. Or maybe they've had tragedies and losses, and they want to hopefully, move on.

As for me, no tragedies, but I've learnt so many things. I've learnt to look at the bigger picture, rather than nitpick and narrow down my point of view because I've learnt that if I keep focusing on small, trivial things in life, I'm going to have to live with a handicap, which I've sadly imposed on myself.

I've learnt to rely on myself, rather than look to others for help if I'm facing the slightest difficulty. What do they call it? Independence? Yeah. maybe that's it. I've gained a bit of independence, not totally, but just enough to get me of my lazy ass and do something about my life.

Hmm. I should really reflect and write out a proper reflection. Sometimes it's better to have something tangible to open up and read after many years. I mean, what if Blogger crashes? The horror!


@ 3:54 AM

Monday, January 01, 2007

Last Wednesday, after much apprehension, I went to Tanjong Beach with the family (although I ended up taking the mrt with fellow "adults" due the space in my Dad's van being taken up by them kiddies) as part of a massive family gathering thing. I was honestly feeling too lazy to go, but what has to be done, has to be done, so I went.

Besides, it's been what, centuries since I went to Sentosa, in fact since I had a good bath in salt water so yeah.

I am so brave, I actually went in my contacts without bringing any saline solution or whatever. Since it was a Wednesday, there were maybe three other people on the beach, with our posse ( chey ) making up the majority of beach-goers haha so we more or less had the beach to ourselves.

When I reached there, I suddenly remembered one of our cross-countries being held there. Right?

Sat around for a while, ate some sandwiches ( My Dad and I got up at 4 freaking am in the morning to make egg mayo sandwiches okay ) then couldn't stand just looking at the goddamn sea so we changed and went (kinda) swimming!

The water was definitely deeper than it looked, I mean, we just took a few steps beyond the safe, knee-level height water and suddenly we had water up to our chins. As you may know, there is a pretty little island opposite the beach, which looks deceptively nearer than it actually is. We were like, Omg that's so pretty let's go there!

Then when you actually get to the crunch of doing it, you realise the current's just a little bit stronger than what you would like it to be, and it's really not as near as it looked. Then I remembered I'm a hopeless non-swimmer so never mind.

I contented myself with just floating aimlessly in the not-too-deep but still unsafe for kiddies water. I mean, the water is turquoise lah, how not contented can I be, you know?

Then we all attempted to play games. The first one, Rumour, failed spectacularly due to the rain interrupting after every round. The rain was being very naughty, it rained and stopped and rained and stopped and rained and stopped and you get the picture.

I was entrusted to find killer "rumours" to pass around, so I looked for tongue twisters, which are more like, tongue torturers or something. Try these:

Which witch wished which wicked wish?
Sixish (say it 10 times, quickly)
Buaya, biawak, buaya, biawak... (say as many times as possible)

Can't recall anymore right now haha, but twas fun seeing people trip over their tongues trying to, well, not get their tongue twisted.

The trip was really fun, and the showers at the toilets rock. I spent a good half hour in there, just standing under the shower.

And yes, my contacts emerged unscathed. Round of applause please.

Happy New Year! Haha, I know, abit late.

Yesterday was crappy beyond belief. Only the end was crappy, the earlier part of the day was fine, other than my Mum refusing to let me out of the house on the pretext that my Dad was unhappy that I kept going out, and I'm like, YOU CANNOT LOCK ME IN!!! I WILL GO INSANE!

I mean, seriously, do they expect a 16-year-old on holiday to stay at home for more than three days a week? Please, be more realistic can? And no, Daddy dearest, I do not get tired going out, (in fact, I get tired staying at home) neither do family outings count as "going out" thank you.

I finally get out of the house. Phew. But I promised them I would be going to CWP (cringe) to look for a job. So I did. After gallivanting around with the BF, I grudgingly went to CWP. As you all may know, I have been brilliantly UNsuccessful in getting a motherloving job which pays decently (that is, according to MY standard) or is in the sales line, so I went to the Cathay Cineplex upstairs, and braced myself.

I thought, hey Maybe I could actually nail this one, as the person tearing tickets patiently went through with me the working hours, the pay and everything, and got me to fill up a form, and walkie-talkied the manager somewhere inside. I waited with a rising feeling of glee and relief, when the manager walkie-talkied back, with the dreaded, " There are no more temp vacancies, sorry. " and the apologetic smile of the person who got me to fill up the form.

I was like, Can I scream at you now?

If I got a dollar for every time that line is said to my face, or the " Sorry, you're too young" or " Sorry, you don't speak Mandarin " or " Um, are you Chinese? " I would be a very miserable millionaire (ooh, alliteration)

I just want a job FORGODSAKE what the hell do you want only Chinese or Mandarin speaking employees for?? HUH?? WHAT? MALAYS DON'T NEED JOBS AH? Yeah I can speak Mandarin or dialects, KNNBCCB!!! Kanasai!! And there's a lot more where that came from.

Then I went around CWP asking for temp job vacancies... Don't have.

God, I felt like crying there and then.

So, I told myself if I really can't get a job, then F&B it is then. If I'm really desperate, BK it is then. Eh please, don't tell me I'm too picky for my own goddamn good. When you have three younger brothers and a father who is anything but a manager in a big business and a mother who isn't working, is it not natural for me to want to have a decent paying job? What's the point in me working my ass off, and getting paid peanuts?

Then I get all stressed and grumpy, and I give bad service, and customers complain. EFF OFF LAH.

The other day, I was eating at LJS Marina Square when I noticed this old woman, who most undeniably is a taitai, eating clam chowder. Then her food came, and the staff accidentally dropped a fry on her lap, and she almost became Cyclops, the way she stared at the poor staff member. She then huffily dusted herself off, as if the fry was an offending piece of shit, and started eating. when she ate, she peeled off the batter on the fish and ate the fish meat only. I'm like, HUH?

Whatever she was trying to prove, I can only say that there is grilled fish on the menu and she could have ordered that, but she didn't, and wasted a perfectly good batter-dipped combo. Nonsense lah.

I bet she has a son who is a manager somewhere, who refuses to hire students, or non-Chinese and the offending fry is KARMA at work. HAH! Take that snob. I mean, if she's a snob, what is she even doing at LJS?

Okay, enough griping.

Oooh, delicious long entry. I haven't done long ass entries in a long time.

@ 7:16 PM


Okay, so I'm this girl right.

Who had big plans to change the world.
When I was young, I wanted to be either a zoologist, veterinarian or pilot.
I wanted to travel and help eradicate poverty.

And then when this girl grows up, she's all like, fack that!
She becomes guilty of things she never thought she'd have done.
She meets people of all shapes and sizes, some beautiful, some downright fugly.
Both inside and outside.
She becomes acquainted with some things called failure and commitment.
She realises love is as elusive as, perhaps, weight loss.

I let my inner demon out through my art.



green eyes on hot guys, red and purple shoes, pepper and cream puffs, lincoln park at midnight
sitting on carpark roofs talking nonsense, meaningful silences, chewy cookie bits in vanilla ice cream
chocolate icing, shopping till my legs give out, smiling at random people, thinking about stuff



panadol or whatever pills for that matter, retarded nails, losing my voice, being broke
bananas, my thighs and big ass, man boobs, seeing something i really like but discovering that it costs a bomb


levi's jeans, pimple cream, fake lashes, hair dye, a bigger paycheque, M&Ms
new specs, and possibly a hotass guy to sweep me off my feet



{} shikin
{} atiqah
{} sarah
{} syafs
{} azura
{} ilyana
{} nurul
{} syaf
{} jocelyn
{} laila
{} aiman
{} SBOFpirates!
{} friend
{} friend

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