Shit, i’m SUPER angry.

Complaining to babywong now omg I AM SO PISSED I FEEL LIKE SCOLDING VULGARMNDBJDKNBD

One of the things that no matter how minor it is, I CANNOT(!!!) TOLERATE.

DAMNNNN YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

Sometimes, I really do wish that you were less spiteful. It’s been real long, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t bother me. I am starting to dislike you more and more. Maybe I’m looking at you more superficially, or that you’re starting to treat me like how you treat everyone else. It doesn’t mind me that I no longer have “special treatment”, but I do mind that you’re being a large hypocrite. Please stop being so proud.

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I’m currently feeling really really shagged, but also very accomplished because Std 1 Camp was an epic success, and I’m really proud of how much our Std 1s have grown through the 3 days. Even though things were really last minute and we had so little sleep because of all the meetings, and us being so cranky and pissed at each other, Std 1 Camp Comm, I do love the four of us very much

I don’t have much to say about JNCO because I was only there for the closing parade, but I just want to say that I’m really proud of all my Benedictus darlings, and I’m really looking forward to see how the Corp will advance in this squad’s hands.

To care for my juniors, To care for my seniors, To serve with pride.

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It is now 7.17pm, and I just had the best dinner I’ve had in 4 days. I am currently looking forward to shopping with Ann tomorrow,  Thursday’s outing, Christmas Service, Family’s Christmas party and MTM debrief

Alright, time to bake

Attachment at CC day 11:

Stationed at the counter, answered phone calls. [STANDARD]
Damn guai today cos’ never play games, damn guai lan today at twitter cos of some things that happened at work. Got very upset on some issues that I broke down in the toilet and nobody in the office knows.
:]

Hey sup,

Went for morning shift today as  I have to go off in the evening to TiongCC. So things weren’t going well for me when I first stepped into the office. Before I could even settle down,  the telephone rang and I was being mentally forced to answer the call when I still had my bag on me. It isn’t that I was the only one in the office. Another colleague and her daughter was there, but she just act like she didn’t hear the phone ring and continued with her newspaper reading. (#1 pissed)

After around 30minutes or so, the colleague went out of the office. I was thinking that maybe she had a bad stomach ache so she went to the toilet at level2 to clear some crap but then, I was so wrong. She came back after like, 30minutes or so? Yes, she left me, an intern, and her daughter alone in the office.

People started calling and walking into the office, like as if they had planned to come and call at the same time. So busy, so panick, so frustrated. She came back, with some Macdonalds’ breakfast in her hand. Lol, so she went to buy breakfast for her daughter, without even telling me that she was going out or something..

The feeling’s like, damn awkward.

Sorted the envelopes and slotted in the complimentary tickets -178 of them. I was super hungry that I feel weak. Waited for G to come so that I can go for my lunch break. So when she came and I was ready to go, it started to pour! So heavily that I didn’t feel like going for lunch. Luckily I brought 3pieces of bread for my supposedly breakfast. After finishing my bread at the Senior-Connect Plus Centre, I dozed off and fall asleep on the comfy sofa!

Woke up 30minutes later, feeling very energised! Woo, time for me to get back to work -slot in the complimentary tickets! I was soon left with 50 more to go before finishing them. Then the people from RadinMas CC came, and told me that they were here to collect them.

I didn’t know about it! They said that __ would have told me. But no, __ didn’t call/tell me anything. I haven’t seen him for two days and he didn’t even call.

All was well, until they opened up the envelopes and took a look at the invitation card. They said it wasn’t nice and that they were going to throw them away and substitute with the one that they had already made. I was shocked. What? You guys asked me to do it, and now you’re telling me that it’s ugly and you are going to throw it away and you are going to use your Own one? What? You have your own one? Then why did you ask me to do it? How come?

They left with those things that I have been doing for days, within minutes. And I was there, looking confused and feeling confused with all those questions repeating in my mind. Why? What? How come? Throw? Ugly? Your own card? The more I thought about it, the more upset I got.

Soon I was tweeting super a lot of profanities on my twitter. I couldn’t take it. There was no one who feels like how I feel. Not even G, when she clearly knows how much time and effort I had spent, doing on the invitation card alone. Leave alone pasting address stickers on the envelopes, doing the attendance list, printing and photocopying the same thing over and over again, folding the cards, writing the 178 different names on each of the cards..

The more I thought of it again, the more vulgar and upset I got. I couldn’t calm myself down into thinking that in life, it’s like this. Things don’t always go the way I want it to be. So I decided to leave. Leave my seat, for the toilet. To let it all out. Everything. Out. Out of my mind, out of my control. It just kept flowing, and flowing.

After talking with shawty for like 10minutes or so, I felt much better. So very much better especially after I broke down into tears. I doubt anyone knows what happened or how very affected I was. And I doubt anyone would even bother. In the working society, everyone became so selfish. They would most probably think of themselves more than anyone else.

What to do? This is life. This is the reality. People want the best for themselves. I mean, who doesn’t want to? You?

Back to work after that. Nothing much to do though. Helped G to put up new flyers/brochures on the notice boards, photocopied flyers/brochures, photocopied the entire Math book for sisy. Lol, have to pay like $5 for the papers that I have used. Haww.

Left at 6pm, went home for awhile then off we went to TiongCC. Woah,damn drama. I had never seen a real huge fire before. Like really huge fire. There’s this really old terrace houses near the TiongCC, one of the apartments caught fire and the fire got bigger as the wind blew. The black smoke was, power! Damn black and smoky! Lol, I might post the picture here, soon.

Went off when the brave macho firemen came to rescue. Lol, while waiting for the interview, I went to TiongCC customer service counter, wanting to get my Singpass. After waiting for 10minutes, cos’ the only counter staff there was being such a slowpoke in serving the lady ahead of me, I was told that collection of Singpass is only available on weekdays from 9am to 530pm.

Damn lame! It was written on the striking yellow paper and pasted on the wall! I was such corkeyed, didn’t notice it! :/

After interview was dinner at the new market, after dinner walked to TiongBP to top-up my eZlink card, after topping-up I left my family to bus to RadinMasCC for the NYCountDown Party. Meeting started at 930pm ended at 1110pm. Talk to the senior manager, F, while waiting for him to finish packing his stuff so we can leave.

I was almost reaching my place when we decided to have supper at BM Mac. So impromtu, cos’ seriously, I was hungry. Lol, ate my DCB Meal&MAC CORN! WOOHOO, wanted to pay F but he wanted to treat, so.. thanks! ;D Later on, J came along since he just ended work. So after an hour or so, we left Mac for home! F said he’s gonna transfer me over to RMCC next week or the week after next. Yessa, can learn new things.. but will be more tedious and have more stuff to do. NO MORE COUNTER JOBS!

Saw Kintkeong,Leona and friends there as well. Cool, we should meet up for supper or something as well. Hahaha. Okay,it’s about time to sleep and that’s about all for today. Thanks for reading, Goodnight! (;

Alright, so everyone who has been a teenager before with moderately protective parents has said this quote once or twice, or maybe even more in their life.  Anytime you have a friend of the opposite sex, or maybe a boyfriend or girlfriend, inside your bedroom your parents will go through extreme measures to make sure that you’re not making friction on your bed.  Let me tell you what inspired me to write this blog:

So last night I came home with my friend Sarah, she’s a nice girl and is anything but a slut, still my parents looked at her and they were convinced we were going to have crazy kinky sex, with them inside the house mind you.  So my parents went into my room and asked to see me, and me being a great kid said “sure!”  I went to the livingroom to find my Dad and step-mom sitting on the couch and they told me that my door must be open because they don’t trust me with the door closed.  I proceeded to say “We’re not having Sex, I swear.”  Normally there would be nothing wrong with saying this, am I right?  Of course I am.  Where I went wrong was saying it to loudly, so loud that Sarah could here it.

After the anything but awkward discussion with my parents, she proceeded to tell me that she want’s to be taken home and never come back over to my  house.

So good work parents, you screwed me over again.  Yay.

* I’ll say right now I’m not in the mood to use language fit for polite company. See post title.

That said:

What the fuck. That wasn’t the way I wanted to wake up this morning. Let’s just get online for a few moments’ distraction, I told myself, and maybe there will be something interesting to read. Or whatever.

Well, there sure was.

And now I’m pissed. Livid. Counting my words so I don’t spew half-churned rage onto the webpage.

Breath knocked from my lungs in one swift kick. It’s like being thrown into a tree, all over again.

Except I’m only sitting here, not lying on dusty ground. And instead of pain, there’s fury.

How dare. Stay the fuck away from me.

The end.

I got to my job at 6pm from the other job I work from 7:30am to 4:00pm.  I walk into the place to drop off my coat and the laptop I was carrying in the case, because no fucking way am I leaving that shit in my van.  Suddenly I hear the supervisor’s raspy voice over the intercom for me to report to the custodian’s office.  She sounded pissed, but no way, and I mean, no way was she going t get to me.  I was in high spirits and nothing was going to stop that.  She was mad because I didn’t stop to see her right away about some assignments she had for me.  ”I don’t mean to sound like a bitch,” she told me.  Bullshit.  Yes you do.  And you like it because you know I’ll stand their and listen to you. She gave me a bunch of shit to do, which I didn’t mind being ex-military and all.  What pissed me off, was the fucking retard they put in that building was sitting in one of the rooms watching TV with his feet up on the table, while I was fucking helping out the full-timers and doing his work.  All because I didn’t want to hear the ex-hippie bitch and yammer.

I didn’t give a shit.  I just brushed her Skeletor-looking ass off my shoulder, put on my MP3 player and went to work, still in high spirits.  I had the pen, ready to mark her on my shit list, but I decided not to, since it was a bad night for every one, and I kept my cool.  I’m really a good guy.  Why do some people insist on shifting me into asshole mode when I don’t want to be there.  So I go into my brain’s settings/properties/my account, and put those people on, “Always set to ignore,” if they piss me of enough.

I dislike people who do things subtly and expect me to be able to tell what they mean or what they want.
Why can’t they just be straightforward and say whatever they are thinking of.
I am so freaking tired of guessing and doing things without feeling dubious.

Fml.

Bob Cesca: “I’m pissed off at health care reform.” (Well, maybe it’s more like frustration?)  “I’m pissed off that President Obama ‘thanked’ the independent senator from Connecticut even though the senator nearly killed health care reform this week.”  (But, I won’t go any further in criticizing the President (who campaigned on “If a mandate was a solution, we could try that to solve homelessness by mandating everyone buy a house.”) – even though he set the stage for this outcome with sabotaging statements (after the election) like “the Public Option is just one sliver,” has refused from the beginning to stand up for anything remotely progressive, and, was still coddling other corporate sellout senators after they repulsively propagandized the entire nation with “Death Panel” assertions.)  “I’m pissed off at the Senate,” “cable news,” “Rahm Emanuel,” and “the Republicans.”  (Yet, I’m not going to allow my positive view to be swayed by reality.)  “I’m pissed off that I can’t, in good conscience, allow my anger to coerce me into believing that we should ‘kill this bill.’” (Unlike Rep. Kucinich (“Is This the Best We Can Do?”), Dr. Howard Dean, Rolling Stone’s Matt Taibbi, Daily Kos’ Markos Moulitsas, and Michael Moore, I refuse to make a “final straw” stand – no matter how far this goes.)  (Like the former Single-Payer champion Rep. Anthony Weiner, who transformed into a dissembling preacher for the administration,) “I have no other choice but to settle for what is.  For now.”  (True, I could make other choices, like not putting lipstick on pigs.  Regardless, I will hold out for anything that passes, and call it a win.)  “Lack of insurance,” “medical bankruptcies and deaths” will be overcome.  (How?  By mandating that everyone buy private policies (“it makes them criminals if they don’t”) — which they cannot afford Now — or, especially Later).  Let us not accept pure spin, while we’re being sold out, as “the good.”  Let us not forget that what was absolutely possible in a present tense, is now referred to as “the perfect” – in a past tense.

Olbermann: Ruined Senate Bill Unsupportable

HopeOver, HopeLash, HopeBreak

Boycott Over Joe Lieberman

Dammit!

Today is so not a good day. Yesterday was awesome but today is not.

No sleep at all because of the coffee I drank @ dinner time. This I can handle, but waking up to do the subjects registration and realising that I cannot add anything, was shytty enough.. and then a freak sms from my mum complaining about something that has not gone wrong, was even worse.

Now sitting here in front of the com and waiting for the reply from school admin regarding my subjects registration, with all these crap floating around me, is starting to ruin my day… ARGH !@^%$@$#$@

That is a fairly profound statement, as it indicates that someone has to choose you or lose you. Strongly worded, simple, and to the point.

I am no one’s second choice.

Either take that chance with me now or lose me forever.

“So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”

- The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I try to stick to my opinions of you instead of believing in heresy, I try to see what’s underneath all that masks and acts, I try to read between the lines to see who you really are. It’s hard, but I try.

I don’t blame you for being you, but you can’t blame me for hating it.

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Life currently feels like a thick haze has fallen through it. Maybe it’s just the fatigue or the tiredness in my head, but things have gone on a dreamlike quality right now. It seems like yesterday was just this horrible nightmare, and today everything’s (almost) back to normal. I dare say almost, because there’s this little nagging at the back of my head singing a little tune to how I shouldn’t be glad that people are agreeing with me. It is a sad and hurtful truth to know that this is how it ends. But there are the pretty dream scenes too, like how every little thing reminds me of how much I need to believe, how tiny actions make me feel really happy, and how smileys really do make me smile.

Oh, and texts from friends I haven’t spoke to in months. It’s just really nice to know that we still remember each other for the crazily stupid things we’ve done (to each other), and the way we can still talk like old times. I do miss primary school very much.

Honestly, I want this to go on.

Great Cash song/cover:

Another great one:

Chet Atkins:

Shelby Lynne w/ Sheryl Crow:

Chris “Yes, he’s Country” Isaak:

Shelby Lynne w/ Allison Moorer:

Dixie Chicks w/ Sheryl Crow:

Lucinda Williams w/ Shelby Lynne :

Can you tell that I really like Shelby Lynne?

I woke up Monday morning to a warm room, a hot shower and a chilling email. Seems my realtor (who I already had questioned several times her abilities or interest in my purchase) made an error last Wendesday. She had thought that the seller had agreed to my offer on the land.. when in actuality..the Mr had agreed but there was a Mrs. and she wasn’t having anything to do with my offer. She had thoughts of her own on the value of the property and was not going to sign to sell the jointly owned land at the price I offered.  What really irritated me was that my realtor had known about this since last Friday morning.. but instead of informing me.. she took the weekend off, went holiday shopping.. and then sent me an email at 5 am on Monday morning saying if I would come up alittle more then we could have a deal.  5 days after she had told me we already had a deal, 3 days after she knew we didnt!  When I said I was irritated.. that was an understatement.. I was royally pissed off!  I was not going to up my price any further, I had told her that even before I raised my price alittle more for the last offer. I was done! 

 At this point it was a matter of principle more than the price or the land. All of my life I have been giving an inch each time I was pushed alittle.. I would always be the one who would sacrifice or do without when someone else was wanted something, I would cave in the face of pressure, and against my better judgement or wants I would compromise.  Each time I would loose alittle respect for myself and hold alittle anger and resentment that would build inside me.  Not this time, I have learned the hard way, there is a higher price to pay when you loose your self respect.

I replied to the realtor that they had to 4 oclock to accept , then I would rescind the higher offer, the price went back to what I originally said I could pay  and that offer would expire the next morning and I would walk.  They would not agree and I walked away from the land. And the realtor!  I was out nothing but time.. my money was still in the bank drawing interest and dividends.. The land was an okay piece of property.. but it had issues that needed to addressed before I or anyone else could build there so I was okay walking.  The realtor lost her commission, the sellers lost the deal over $500!

The first thought that crossed my mind was.. “this is going to be the shortest blog in history.  started one day, finished the next .”  But then I smiled.. no this was only the beginning  No journey, no dream does not have its setbacks. My quest has just begun.. I have encountered the first big obstacle.. my first mountain to climb..for now I begin my search again for the land.   And I have my self respect intact.. I listened to the little voice inside me  and in the long run.. there may have been a reason this all transpired the way it did.   I wont know until it all plays out!  

I am staying the course .

There’s so much going on in life right now that I really feel like a hypocrite when I act differently to different people. I don’t want my family to know these stuff, so I’m a hermit in my room, putting on a happy facade when I leave it; My squad mates make me really happy, so I laugh and joke around with them, but there’s more to me than they know; There’s so many things that my CG doesn’t know, so I don’t really talk to them much either. Then there’s those friends that I really care about and can communicate with: I have to be a non-Paris Hilton girl with XL, process my sentence at least twice before I say anything to guys, consider how much it would hurt them if I did things bluntly (my way), and really just not be who I think I am at that moment.

And it really just gets really tiring switching through all these modes, both mentally and physically. With the little sleep I’m having to get by and all those wandering thoughts in my mind, I’m really starting to wonder when I’m going to go insane. I mean, I’m just 15: Other girls my age are bitching about people, going out to shopping malls and gushing about how cute the dresses are, giggling at boys, flirting, going out in cliques, arguing with their parents; the usual storybook/drama girls. But here I am, worrying about whether I can make it through the next day without hurting people I love, trying to do my assignments as best as possible, designing Christmas cards, drawing up shopping lists, chatting animatedly with my parents, appearing offline on MSN to avoid people, staring at facebook for that little green dot that means online, and all the stuff I don’t think girls at 15 normally do. Maybe I shouldn’t be 15.

I don’t know. It’s seems as if 15 has come with a new connotation right now.

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Dear Girl,

I don’t know what you’re expecting of me. There’s all these locked posts which probably contain all your hurt and grievances and all that stuff, which are, to me, the key to understand why you’re doing all these. I don’t know what to say when you’re being all jealous/feminist/obsessive, because honestly, I don’t know who you are under all those facades, and I stand firm in not judging people when I’m not sure of their situation.

I do love you and all, but this is really making it difficult for me to continue. Please don’t try so hard to be my friend, because you are my friend. But the more you try to cling on, the further I want to run. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I really don’t know how to put this bluntly anymore because I don’t think you got the hints.

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Dear Boy (1),

I am throughly confused about how you feel about me. You’re really nice to talk to and all, but right now, you’re just a really good friend. A few months ago, I would have liked you to like me, but not right now. You’re another one with a seriously warped mind and crazy mindsets, but thank you for your understanding in my whining, and agreeing with them (sometimes). See you soon, and please let this confusion be just another moment where I think too much.

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Dear Boy (2),

Thank you for that little encouragement that you gave in the conversation last night. I’m really happy that we’re still the bestest friend, and that as much as it irks you, you’ll be willing to listen to my Paris Hilton issues when I feel like whining about such stuff. I promise those moments won’t happen often and that I’m happy to google stuff for you anytime you want I’ll be your listening ear if you’ll be my shoulder to lean on, yeah? Bestest friends for forever, dear boy.

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Dear Boy (3),

Thank you so, so much for staying up late with me for so many nights (and waking up early to send me off to camp). I really appreciate that even though your phone got confiscated, you took the time to still talk to me on facebook chats (which I never thought were useful until now X:). Thank you for volunteering to do my homework for me, and teaching me math even though I’m really a failure at it. Do get more sleep though, I can’t imagine getting through 5 hours for the next week myself, and I wouldn’t want you to fall sick or something because you want to nag at me to go to sleep before you do (tsk -.-). Just one more week before I’m free to go out, yeah?

———-

Currently missing a lot of people right now. I seriously need to get a life.

Attachment at CC day 6 :

Stationed at the counter, answered phone calls. Did my excel stuff and I realised I forgot pretty much of what I’ve learnt in school. Dinner with Gerlyn was a treat from Uncle AhLeck. Felt abit turned off by someone in the midst of working.. but overall, today’s not that hectic as I thought it would be.
(:

Saw this picture of Dewi and I while reading through my previous blog just now. It was taken on her birthday in 2008. Miss you wiwi.. Miss you so much, my longer hair. (Hahahaha)

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Sup y’all.

This morning I took an hour to leave my bed. Hahaha I was already awake, but I forced myself to sleep for awhile more. So it eventually became an hour. Well yeah, left home slightly later than before. Wasn’t late for work though, so no worries. Today’s the start of the collection of phonebooks, so it was expected to be a very busy day for us.

Yes, we were indeed very busy! Very busy in telling and showing people the way to collect the phone books. It’s quite frustrating to have people asking you for the most obvious thing. You see, we actually have this signboard showing them the place to collect what they want. So why can’t they follow the signboard… :[

Hoping for a better day, tomorrow till 19th December. Sigh.

Answered a few phone calls today, directed some to the CC. Hope they understand what I told them and not lose their way there. The free Fila bag that comes with any renewal or upgrading of PAssion cards is currently out of stock in our CC. There were quite a handful who came and go without signing up cos’ there ain’t any free Fila bags. Hoping for the bags to be re-stocked real soon yea.

Today was the first time I encountered serving a nasty customer, in fact two of them. One came and rudely demanded for the Fila bag and left abruptly after saying what he had for us. Another tried to put the blame on us when we told him that the collection of phone books closes at 730pm. He claimed that it wasn’t stated on the letter, when I took over and showed him the stated time and date, he was speechless and left.

What’s wrong with people nowadays? Can’t they talk to people in a more polite manner? Don’t they want to be treated well by other people? What comes around, goes around man. You gotta get that into your mind, dudes.

Today was also the first time that I was insulted by someone whom I’m supposed to respect and learn from.

‘Kao peh la, si char bo’.

That was what I was called. May it be said in a joking manner or a serious one, I don’t really care. What I know is that, no one should ever say that to anyone in any situation. Hey, don’t think that I don’t understand dialect, don’t fucking assume that I don’t. Cos’ I fucking understand what you fucking meant, you mutharfucker. One more time, and I say ONE more time, you’re so gonna get what you deserve okay. I don’t fucking care if you speak like this all the while or you’re born like that. You as a leader should bloodyhell do and behave and talk like how and what you’re expected to. You want people to respect you, sure, you gotta show some respect to them as well. Please don’t fucking abuse your authority. I don’t fucking deserved what I was called today. You mutharfucker.

Fucking pissed.

What you read here remains here.
If you’re matured enough, you don’t go around telling people about it.

Okaythanksbye. Can’t wait for this attachment to be over.

Attachment at CC day 9:

Stationed at the counter, answered phone calls. [STANDARD]
Photocopied more than 178 maps with Gerlyn, and wasted them all. Lunch and dinner were sponsored by the collegues! Omg, I feel so blessed today. 
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This picture was taken so long ago. I forgot when. Hahah, but it was a visit to my aunt’s place one night and we decided to play with the bird since they are quite well-trained. It bit me a few times though! Yes,I remembered this part. Lol

Hai,

Today I slept till like 12pm. (!!!) Thought I’d be late but didn’t again. So I didn’t have my lunch so when one of the collegues, XinYun offered to help us buy the things that we want, I quickly asked if she could help me buy a packet of CharKwayTeow! Lol, so she later came back with the CharKwayTeow and when I wanted to pay her back, she said it was a treat from her. Lol, hehehe thankyou so much! ;D

Done with my [ugly] invitation card already so photocopied the maps. Gerlyn and I took a very long time to figure out how exactly to print it in two sides! Then a phone call from Rmcc came, and told us that the maps are quite redundant since the picture isn’t that clear and there were no time schedule stated. Sigh, Gerlyn and I almost gone mad.

Nothing much to do today though. We played games on viwawa and msn-ed and blogg-ed and chill-ed and chatt-ed. Lol, unclePiao came and we were told that we couldn’t go for dinner together anymore. Cos’ if we did then nobody would be at the counter. So unclePiao said we could order some fastfood delivery.

He said he was in a good mood today so he want to treat us. Lol! So after much arguement, we decided to order the Mac delivery. Lol, but when the time comes, it ended up with me going to the Mac at Bm t0 buy. Hahah, they think I have longer legs can walk back faster. Haha

So G and I were so excited about having the Grilled Chicken Teppanyaki Burger, cos we had never tried them before. Lol, oh well. Guess no fate la, cos’ sold out already, so, no more! Damn sad la. Haven’t try yet lei. Heard its nice from many people. Okay, maybe not many. Just two only. Hahaha.

Upsized Double Cheese Burger meal, upsized FiletOFish Burger meal, upsized McWings meal, ala-carte McWings, corn and apple dip! Awesomee, they cost $25.65. Had difficulties bringing them back though. Thought could hitch a hike but… LOL. Oh, I was horned at by a taxi driver. Cos’ I crossed the road when it showed the red man. But then again, he’s driving so slow la. And then hor, I believe he’s not horning at me la. Must be the uncle walking behind me!

Lol, anyway, thankyou unclePiao. ;D

CC was so busybusy when we wanted to eat our food! Sigh, so the fries turned soggy and yucks, I don’t like it very much. Brought home to re-fry them again. Woot.

Oh yeah, so that __ came and he thinks that he’s oh-so-funny with his oh-so-funny jokes insults. He asked me if I would want to collect some complimentary tickets for the event at Rmcc. I told him I’d prefer to stay at where I was than going out. So he was like ”Oh ok, better not to go out to disgrace yourself.” I was like whattt?!! Funny meh? He was laughing you know. Then I just diao-ed him with a ‘Hah’ and left his office. What?!! Disgrace?! Who?!! ME?!!!

Nevermind, then when I was eating halfway with G and talking so happily, __ came again lor. This time he tried to put the blame on me for not inserting the money in envelopes into the safe! Huh? (!!!) The way he spoke to me, its like reprimanding me like a retard. I mean, who in the right state of mind would place the envelopes with cash in it on the table? Huh?!

I may be new to everything that they’re doing there, but surely I can’t be so brainless as to leave the cash on the table right.? Wth men, couldn’t take it. Was enjoying my McWing when that happened though. Went over to his office and ’settle’ the issue. Think I did raise my voice as I was reasoning with him la. Ya’ll know, my pattern’s like that right. So yeah, he looked kind of taken aback maybe cos’ he thought I’m easily bullied. Lol, but he has got nothing to say at all after what I told him la.

If I’d have done it, I’d have admitted it. But if I didn’t I’ll ‘fight’ for myself. So yeah, don’t try to push every blame on me, dude.