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

SYAF I AM

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.
Enjoy.

Y

SYAF LOVES

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

N

SYAF HATES

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


SYAF WANTS

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

YOU SAY


THERE YOU GO.

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{♥} syaf
{♥} jocelyn
{♥} laila
{♥} aiman
{♥} SBOFpirates!
{♥} friend
{♥} friend

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