Tuesday, December 30, 2003
I like punky abang abang men
Went to Tampines Mall yesterday with Joline. Damn, she looked hot. Like a saucy, big-bosomed wench. If I was a guy, I'd touch her booby. Oh wait. I already do that. Ah, never mind.
Borrowed 20 bucks from her to buy me a messenger hat because I am dead, fucking broke. I think I look cute in it (ahem) and besides, I had to save my face because I was hanging around so much trying to catch a glimpse of the cute punky abang abang mat who was working there. Haha. He pierced my ears for me before and I still haven't taken the studs out because he's touched them. Hee.
Joline doesn't like him though.
"But Nad, he's got some kind of a blonde ponytail sticking out of his cap"
"So what? I think it's cute. I could stroke it during our throes of passionate, animalistic lovemaking."
The things the flu does to a normal girl. He's not even my type really. Ah well.
Went to Tampines Mall yesterday with Joline. Damn, she looked hot. Like a saucy, big-bosomed wench. If I was a guy, I'd touch her booby. Oh wait. I already do that. Ah, never mind.
Borrowed 20 bucks from her to buy me a messenger hat because I am dead, fucking broke. I think I look cute in it (ahem) and besides, I had to save my face because I was hanging around so much trying to catch a glimpse of the cute punky abang abang mat who was working there. Haha. He pierced my ears for me before and I still haven't taken the studs out because he's touched them. Hee.
Joline doesn't like him though.
"But Nad, he's got some kind of a blonde ponytail sticking out of his cap"
"So what? I think it's cute. I could stroke it during our throes of passionate, animalistic lovemaking."
The things the flu does to a normal girl. He's not even my type really. Ah well.
Impulsiveness
The family was supposed to go to KL without me for a from Friday to Sunday. I badly wanted to go but couldn't because my bitch of a boss threatened to cut off $100 from my pay if I took leave. I left for work that day feeling like a total shit.
I was broke and now I had to do without my family as well? So I stuck with my gut (which is a rare thing for me to do because I am usually practical).
And I quit my job.
I collected what pay she offered me which was a lousy hundred bucks and left before she realised I was still wearing alot of her hairclips and still had alot more at home. Heheh. Oh well, she deserved it.
So I followed the family to KL. Had a blast. Shopped like there was no tomorrow. I found out I had a habit of buying stuff for other people before myself which exasperated my sister to no ends. But I don't know why she's complaining because I got her stuff as well. Got myself lots of CDs: Britney, 3 doors down, Bon Jovi, Evanescence and a mat CD called "Fresh Giler". Haha!
And you know what? I am so much more happier now. I might be broke, jobless and fat (due to the excessive amount of binging on the trip) but I didn't like the person I had become then. I miss my family and friends and right now, I'm going to enjoy them while I still can.
The family was supposed to go to KL without me for a from Friday to Sunday. I badly wanted to go but couldn't because my bitch of a boss threatened to cut off $100 from my pay if I took leave. I left for work that day feeling like a total shit.
I was broke and now I had to do without my family as well? So I stuck with my gut (which is a rare thing for me to do because I am usually practical).
And I quit my job.
I collected what pay she offered me which was a lousy hundred bucks and left before she realised I was still wearing alot of her hairclips and still had alot more at home. Heheh. Oh well, she deserved it.
So I followed the family to KL. Had a blast. Shopped like there was no tomorrow. I found out I had a habit of buying stuff for other people before myself which exasperated my sister to no ends. But I don't know why she's complaining because I got her stuff as well. Got myself lots of CDs: Britney, 3 doors down, Bon Jovi, Evanescence and a mat CD called "Fresh Giler". Haha!
And you know what? I am so much more happier now. I might be broke, jobless and fat (due to the excessive amount of binging on the trip) but I didn't like the person I had become then. I miss my family and friends and right now, I'm going to enjoy them while I still can.
Monday, December 22, 2003
Happiness Is But A Fleeting Emotion
Some of you might already know what I'm going to write about because my sis beat me to it when she wrote about me losing my wallet. I didn't want to blog too early because writing about losing my wallet would be confirming that it was lost. And I didn't think that it could have happened to me twice within a span of six months. Then again, I could've just been in denial.
I'm not exactly sure what happened but I do know that I was carrying my wallet in my hand when I tapped out at Bedok MRT Station last night at 11.30 p.m. And I didn't stop anywhere because my dad was already waiting for me at the Interchange. And I was with Leslie before meeting my dad so that rules out the possibility of me dropping it because if I did, I would have noticed it or surely they would have. No use reminiscing about it now.
And I had to lose it, last night of all nights when I received half my pay (sans the commission). That's quite a large amount. $350 to be precise but I spent some of it on Leslie's present so I was left with $240. My wallet also contained the keys to the shop, two sim cards, an EZ Link Card, my IC and alot of personal stuff. So much for my hopes of getting my dad a new handphone for his birthday because his was so ratty and he needs it because he's a businessman. And I was supposed to use that money to get my sis her birthday present as well. I planned to spend at least $40 on her. Maybe get some of the hairclips at the shop because she did like some of them very much and it'd look so beautiful on her hair.
I spent the whole of last night crying. I even made a pact with God that if I found the wallet intact with the money, I'd donate some of my next pay to the mosque.
But I guess God has other plans for my money. A woman named Judy Soh found my wallet (without the money) soaking wet and next to a dustbin in her carpark in Pasir Ris at about 1.00 p.m. last night. She was kindhearted enough to send it all the way here and even dried it for me.
But at least, I've got my IC, keys and all the personal stuff back although my EZ Link card was nicked as well. Although the theif was kind enough to leave me with $1.15. Oh gee, now I can take the bus.
I know I should be grateful that at least I got back something when so many other people don't. But how can I dismiss $240 dollars so easily, especially when it is my first pay? I am not ashamed to admit that I am crying as I am writing this because I fucking earned that money. If you think all I do all day is to shake my legs, looking/trying to look pretty and waiting for people to come up to me, you are dead fucking wrong. Being a salesgirl is the most under appreciated and under paid job there probably is. I have to deal with racist customers, a racist boss and I have to work twice as hard as anybody else because I am a Malay in a Chinese-dominated society. And all for what? My efforts are all wasted. More than a week's pay is gone. To someone who doesn't deserve it.
Ironically, I was very happy last night. I wanted to burst out into song right in my dad's car. There was this feeling of incredible joy in me because I got my first pay. And I haven't felt this way since the divorce. My parents have been bickering lately and I know they're both unhappy. And I badly wanted to buy my dad a hand phone. At least to assure him that I think of him because I know he works fucking hard to support us. And he's been feeling down lately. And I remember feeling so incredibly scared that I would lose that feeling that I wanted to cry as well.
And a few seconds later, I realised that I lost my wallet.
I know I shouldn't question God but right now, that's all I feel like doing. Why? Why make a girl so happy and then later wrench away that happiness and replace it with tears? I know I'm not exactly a good girl but that money wasn't even for me.
But yes, I am grateful that I got my IC back although I do feel like shit right now. I am seriously thinking of quitting my job and just moping around at home for the next few days because I really can't stop crying.
Oh yes, Leslie, happy sixteenth birthday.
Some of you might already know what I'm going to write about because my sis beat me to it when she wrote about me losing my wallet. I didn't want to blog too early because writing about losing my wallet would be confirming that it was lost. And I didn't think that it could have happened to me twice within a span of six months. Then again, I could've just been in denial.
I'm not exactly sure what happened but I do know that I was carrying my wallet in my hand when I tapped out at Bedok MRT Station last night at 11.30 p.m. And I didn't stop anywhere because my dad was already waiting for me at the Interchange. And I was with Leslie before meeting my dad so that rules out the possibility of me dropping it because if I did, I would have noticed it or surely they would have. No use reminiscing about it now.
And I had to lose it, last night of all nights when I received half my pay (sans the commission). That's quite a large amount. $350 to be precise but I spent some of it on Leslie's present so I was left with $240. My wallet also contained the keys to the shop, two sim cards, an EZ Link Card, my IC and alot of personal stuff. So much for my hopes of getting my dad a new handphone for his birthday because his was so ratty and he needs it because he's a businessman. And I was supposed to use that money to get my sis her birthday present as well. I planned to spend at least $40 on her. Maybe get some of the hairclips at the shop because she did like some of them very much and it'd look so beautiful on her hair.
I spent the whole of last night crying. I even made a pact with God that if I found the wallet intact with the money, I'd donate some of my next pay to the mosque.
But I guess God has other plans for my money. A woman named Judy Soh found my wallet (without the money) soaking wet and next to a dustbin in her carpark in Pasir Ris at about 1.00 p.m. last night. She was kindhearted enough to send it all the way here and even dried it for me.
But at least, I've got my IC, keys and all the personal stuff back although my EZ Link card was nicked as well. Although the theif was kind enough to leave me with $1.15. Oh gee, now I can take the bus.
I know I should be grateful that at least I got back something when so many other people don't. But how can I dismiss $240 dollars so easily, especially when it is my first pay? I am not ashamed to admit that I am crying as I am writing this because I fucking earned that money. If you think all I do all day is to shake my legs, looking/trying to look pretty and waiting for people to come up to me, you are dead fucking wrong. Being a salesgirl is the most under appreciated and under paid job there probably is. I have to deal with racist customers, a racist boss and I have to work twice as hard as anybody else because I am a Malay in a Chinese-dominated society. And all for what? My efforts are all wasted. More than a week's pay is gone. To someone who doesn't deserve it.
Ironically, I was very happy last night. I wanted to burst out into song right in my dad's car. There was this feeling of incredible joy in me because I got my first pay. And I haven't felt this way since the divorce. My parents have been bickering lately and I know they're both unhappy. And I badly wanted to buy my dad a hand phone. At least to assure him that I think of him because I know he works fucking hard to support us. And he's been feeling down lately. And I remember feeling so incredibly scared that I would lose that feeling that I wanted to cry as well.
And a few seconds later, I realised that I lost my wallet.
I know I shouldn't question God but right now, that's all I feel like doing. Why? Why make a girl so happy and then later wrench away that happiness and replace it with tears? I know I'm not exactly a good girl but that money wasn't even for me.
But yes, I am grateful that I got my IC back although I do feel like shit right now. I am seriously thinking of quitting my job and just moping around at home for the next few days because I really can't stop crying.
Oh yes, Leslie, happy sixteenth birthday.
Monday, December 15, 2003
Waging A War Against the World
I. Am. So. Fucking. Exhausted. My job is ten hours a day. Six days a week. I am on my feet most of the time and am only worth $3.33 an hour. I have to deal with all kinds of customers. Racist ones who refuse to let me touch their hair because I am - you guessed it - Malay, weird customers who have all kinds of weird hairstyles and requests but end up buying the most and worst of all, cheapskate customers who try on all the hair clips, ask for demonstrations, make you run all over the place for new pieces and then leave without buying a single fucking thing.
And guess what? I have a racist boss.
Odd then, that she decided to hire me. Perhaps she finds satisfaction in torturing me.
I am really sick and tired of this racial issue. Why am I discriminated against? Why do I have to follow your every damned demand just because you are Chinese and I am Malay? Do you think Malays have no feelings? Do you think we lack brains just because most of us have darker skin than you do? And don't you dare give me that bullshit about Muslims being troublesome because "their religion is so strict".
My partner at work is a sweet enough girl. Or so I thought. But lately, she's been stealing all my customers. She won't give me a chance to serve customers knowing fully well that our pay is heavily dependant on our commission. And everytime I do manage to grab a customer, she'll step in to cut me off. And most people don't realise that I absolute detest confronting people. I'm too emotional to. But lately, I'm starting to think that I shouldn't let people climb all over me. If me and her were to be in a movie, people would look past her and label me as the bad guy. Nobody would think that a fair, sweet, docile, fragile little thing like her would do such a mean, conniving thing such as steal my customers. Oh, did I mention she's Chinese? It shouldn't come as a surprise then that my boss favours her over me when I am the one who brings in more sales than she does.
But then again, why am I surprised? All the black guys in the movies are the bad guys anyway.
Don't get me wrong. I am not a racist. My best friends are Chinese and I love them more than life itself. This entry was written because I have spent the last week bottling up my unhappiness over my boss's biasness. I might sound bitter but do not make the mistake of thinking that I am resentful of not being Chinese. I am resentful of the fact that I have to work twice as hard as my partner does just to keep my job.
I fucking hate it but what can a Malay girl do?
I. Am. So. Fucking. Exhausted. My job is ten hours a day. Six days a week. I am on my feet most of the time and am only worth $3.33 an hour. I have to deal with all kinds of customers. Racist ones who refuse to let me touch their hair because I am - you guessed it - Malay, weird customers who have all kinds of weird hairstyles and requests but end up buying the most and worst of all, cheapskate customers who try on all the hair clips, ask for demonstrations, make you run all over the place for new pieces and then leave without buying a single fucking thing.
And guess what? I have a racist boss.
Odd then, that she decided to hire me. Perhaps she finds satisfaction in torturing me.
I am really sick and tired of this racial issue. Why am I discriminated against? Why do I have to follow your every damned demand just because you are Chinese and I am Malay? Do you think Malays have no feelings? Do you think we lack brains just because most of us have darker skin than you do? And don't you dare give me that bullshit about Muslims being troublesome because "their religion is so strict".
My partner at work is a sweet enough girl. Or so I thought. But lately, she's been stealing all my customers. She won't give me a chance to serve customers knowing fully well that our pay is heavily dependant on our commission. And everytime I do manage to grab a customer, she'll step in to cut me off. And most people don't realise that I absolute detest confronting people. I'm too emotional to. But lately, I'm starting to think that I shouldn't let people climb all over me. If me and her were to be in a movie, people would look past her and label me as the bad guy. Nobody would think that a fair, sweet, docile, fragile little thing like her would do such a mean, conniving thing such as steal my customers. Oh, did I mention she's Chinese? It shouldn't come as a surprise then that my boss favours her over me when I am the one who brings in more sales than she does.
But then again, why am I surprised? All the black guys in the movies are the bad guys anyway.
Don't get me wrong. I am not a racist. My best friends are Chinese and I love them more than life itself. This entry was written because I have spent the last week bottling up my unhappiness over my boss's biasness. I might sound bitter but do not make the mistake of thinking that I am resentful of not being Chinese. I am resentful of the fact that I have to work twice as hard as my partner does just to keep my job.
I fucking hate it but what can a Malay girl do?
Saturday, December 06, 2003
One People?
Spent the entire day job-hunting. Was awoken this morning to my mother's screams of "Nadiah!! Budak gondol! Apesal bil handfon kau mahal sangat?!!" After having a breakfast laden with guilt trips, I realised that I could not continue sponging off her like this, what with her being a single mother and all.
So I went for a job interview this morning at a popular shopping centre in the east. I will not name the shop because I am (or would like to think that I am) mature enough to not humiliate them publicly. As this was the first job interview I had ever attended, I entered the shop with high hopes only to have them dashed. I was greeted warmly at the door by a salesgirl who seemed to be attentive at first. Upon hearing me say that I was responding to the ad they had placed in the newspaper, her smile fell and she looked at me with an expression on her face close to disgust. She then asked me coldly, "How old are you?". It was obvious then that I wasn't going to get the job. However, probably to make it seem like she was actually interviewing me, she told me to put my name and handphone number down. I may be inexperienced at this but I am not inexperienced enough to know that that was so obviously not an interview. Then, she asked me how many languages I could speak. When I said that I spoke only Malay and English, she looked at me triumphantly before saying "Sorry, we're looking for someone who can speak Mandarin."
Another job interview I sat for did not go any better. Waiting to be interviewed, I was given many stares by the many Chinese salesgirls already working there. The attention I was given by the person in charge of the shop was minimal. And again the same, fucking excuse. "Sorry, we're looking for someone who can speak Mandarin."
Why is it that so many job opportunities are barred from me just because I cannot speak Mandarin. Are all their customers strictly Mandarin-speaking? Why can't I get a job if I can speak English almost as well as they can if not better?
Makes me wonder if we really are a united nation - one that claims that all races can live together in harmony.
However, this unhappy story does have a fairy tale ending. Or so I hope. One of my job applications proved to be successful. My first job and it's as a sales girl. Selling hair clips. But hey, it's not too bad. I get $800 a month although the working hours are dreadful.
I still am pretty disheartened by the day's events but I guess it has taught me a lesson. That life isn't anything like what they describe to you in school. And that I have to stop being so naive and gullible.
Spent the entire day job-hunting. Was awoken this morning to my mother's screams of "Nadiah!! Budak gondol! Apesal bil handfon kau mahal sangat?!!" After having a breakfast laden with guilt trips, I realised that I could not continue sponging off her like this, what with her being a single mother and all.
So I went for a job interview this morning at a popular shopping centre in the east. I will not name the shop because I am (or would like to think that I am) mature enough to not humiliate them publicly. As this was the first job interview I had ever attended, I entered the shop with high hopes only to have them dashed. I was greeted warmly at the door by a salesgirl who seemed to be attentive at first. Upon hearing me say that I was responding to the ad they had placed in the newspaper, her smile fell and she looked at me with an expression on her face close to disgust. She then asked me coldly, "How old are you?". It was obvious then that I wasn't going to get the job. However, probably to make it seem like she was actually interviewing me, she told me to put my name and handphone number down. I may be inexperienced at this but I am not inexperienced enough to know that that was so obviously not an interview. Then, she asked me how many languages I could speak. When I said that I spoke only Malay and English, she looked at me triumphantly before saying "Sorry, we're looking for someone who can speak Mandarin."
Another job interview I sat for did not go any better. Waiting to be interviewed, I was given many stares by the many Chinese salesgirls already working there. The attention I was given by the person in charge of the shop was minimal. And again the same, fucking excuse. "Sorry, we're looking for someone who can speak Mandarin."
Why is it that so many job opportunities are barred from me just because I cannot speak Mandarin. Are all their customers strictly Mandarin-speaking? Why can't I get a job if I can speak English almost as well as they can if not better?
Makes me wonder if we really are a united nation - one that claims that all races can live together in harmony.
However, this unhappy story does have a fairy tale ending. Or so I hope. One of my job applications proved to be successful. My first job and it's as a sales girl. Selling hair clips. But hey, it's not too bad. I get $800 a month although the working hours are dreadful.
I still am pretty disheartened by the day's events but I guess it has taught me a lesson. That life isn't anything like what they describe to you in school. And that I have to stop being so naive and gullible.
Friday, December 05, 2003
What The Dealy, Yo?
Just to set the record straight, me and my sister are no longer fighting. So please don't try to interfere into our affairs. And by the way visitor, what's wrong with being a second child? How dare you stereotype me under that category when you don't even know me at all?
I was having a really nice day because its been so long since me and my brother have had a proper chat and now its all spoilt. Gee, thanks.
Just to set the record straight, me and my sister are no longer fighting. So please don't try to interfere into our affairs. And by the way visitor, what's wrong with being a second child? How dare you stereotype me under that category when you don't even know me at all?
I was having a really nice day because its been so long since me and my brother have had a proper chat and now its all spoilt. Gee, thanks.
Thursday, December 04, 2003
Nice Girls Finish Last
If looks could kill, Andrew Firestone of The Bachelor 3 would have keeled over and died a hundred deaths. Kirsten is one mean bitch. Did you guys see that expression on her face when she glared at Andrew and said "I hope that's not a deciding factor" when he questioned her on her on-again-off-again relationship with her ex-boyfriend? I rooted for Jen although I still think that Andrew deserves someone better looking than that saggy booby Jen with that permanent wart/pimple on her chin. Oh well. At least she's a nice girl. And she just gave me newfound hope and faith that nice girls do finish last.
Just came back from the date. Didn't think it'd turn out great but surprisingly, I had a nice time. Went shopping for his long overdue birthday present (his birthday's in May. Awful aren't I?) and took a neoprint together. Then we went shopping for a new shirt and boxers (tee hee). He also bought the 77th street membership card but allowed me to sign up for it under my name. So its kind of a joint account thing. Sigh. Makes me think of getting married and having to sign up for our own apartment or bank account. Then, met Joline to go buy her shoes. Ate dinner at the newly revamped Food Court. Had roti naan. Yum yum. Felt pretty bloated after that though.
Had an aching desire to be thin when I saw all the pretty minahs who wore mini skirts and were chain smoking at Burger King. No, I don't want to be thin so that I can be a minah and wear mini skirts and smoke like a fiend but I do wish that I could possess the same confidence that they had to enable them to carry off whatever they were wearing with style.
My brother sprained his ankle recently and has been hobbling around the house on one foot. But since our house is a maisonette, he can't get up the stairs so he has to rely on an umbrella to help hoist him up step by step. Its the most vulnerable we've seen him for a long time. He's grown so big and now that he's a green belt in taekwando, he can fight back too. And we're kind of pissed at him because he seems to have developed an attitude as of late but we can't really do much about it. Till now. So, me and sis followed him up the stairs, making sure he was stranded at the middle of the stairs, took away his umbrella and whacked him up with it.
-cue evil, maniacal laughter-
Who says revenge isn't sweet?
If looks could kill, Andrew Firestone of The Bachelor 3 would have keeled over and died a hundred deaths. Kirsten is one mean bitch. Did you guys see that expression on her face when she glared at Andrew and said "I hope that's not a deciding factor" when he questioned her on her on-again-off-again relationship with her ex-boyfriend? I rooted for Jen although I still think that Andrew deserves someone better looking than that saggy booby Jen with that permanent wart/pimple on her chin. Oh well. At least she's a nice girl. And she just gave me newfound hope and faith that nice girls do finish last.
Just came back from the date. Didn't think it'd turn out great but surprisingly, I had a nice time. Went shopping for his long overdue birthday present (his birthday's in May. Awful aren't I?) and took a neoprint together. Then we went shopping for a new shirt and boxers (tee hee). He also bought the 77th street membership card but allowed me to sign up for it under my name. So its kind of a joint account thing. Sigh. Makes me think of getting married and having to sign up for our own apartment or bank account. Then, met Joline to go buy her shoes. Ate dinner at the newly revamped Food Court. Had roti naan. Yum yum. Felt pretty bloated after that though.
Had an aching desire to be thin when I saw all the pretty minahs who wore mini skirts and were chain smoking at Burger King. No, I don't want to be thin so that I can be a minah and wear mini skirts and smoke like a fiend but I do wish that I could possess the same confidence that they had to enable them to carry off whatever they were wearing with style.
My brother sprained his ankle recently and has been hobbling around the house on one foot. But since our house is a maisonette, he can't get up the stairs so he has to rely on an umbrella to help hoist him up step by step. Its the most vulnerable we've seen him for a long time. He's grown so big and now that he's a green belt in taekwando, he can fight back too. And we're kind of pissed at him because he seems to have developed an attitude as of late but we can't really do much about it. Till now. So, me and sis followed him up the stairs, making sure he was stranded at the middle of the stairs, took away his umbrella and whacked him up with it.
-cue evil, maniacal laughter-
Who says revenge isn't sweet?
Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum
I can't believe I'm awake. I want to go back to sleep but I can't. Argh!
Had silly conversations with Joline. Pretended we were Scottish.
"Aye, fancy that. Me mate going out on a date."
"Och mate, that rhymes! Are ye gonna be a bloody poet mon? 'Cos ye know what our great ancestor Barnaby Dinkie Go La La said about poets. He always said they were soft din' he?"
"Aye. Soft in the head and soft in the bed."
"Och, ah do reckon ah should shave me arm pits before ah meet him. What do ye think?"
"Aye mate. Gonna read a book. Ye better scoot and shave yer pits"
Hmm. Doesn't seem quite so funny written out but I was rolling on the floor and laughing. Ah well. Gonna get ready for me date. Will update later. Ta~
I can't believe I'm awake. I want to go back to sleep but I can't. Argh!
Had silly conversations with Joline. Pretended we were Scottish.
"Aye, fancy that. Me mate going out on a date."
"Och mate, that rhymes! Are ye gonna be a bloody poet mon? 'Cos ye know what our great ancestor Barnaby Dinkie Go La La said about poets. He always said they were soft din' he?"
"Aye. Soft in the head and soft in the bed."
"Och, ah do reckon ah should shave me arm pits before ah meet him. What do ye think?"
"Aye mate. Gonna read a book. Ye better scoot and shave yer pits"
Hmm. Doesn't seem quite so funny written out but I was rolling on the floor and laughing. Ah well. Gonna get ready for me date. Will update later. Ta~
Gonna Sleep Forever
Yawn. 3.30 AM on my watch now. Stayed up all night to do this template. Why would I do such a stupid thing like that? Firstly, for lack of a better thing to do and secondly, I've got a date with brown-eyed boy tomorrow so I doubt I'll have the time to complete it. God. I must look a fright. Imagine the baggies under my eyes.
How do you guys like it? Again, nothing new but I'm still a novice at this. Learning html is fun. Haha. Drew Barrymore is gorgeous isn't she?
Argh. I'd better go off to sleep. Don't wake me up before two.
Yawn. 3.30 AM on my watch now. Stayed up all night to do this template. Why would I do such a stupid thing like that? Firstly, for lack of a better thing to do and secondly, I've got a date with brown-eyed boy tomorrow so I doubt I'll have the time to complete it. God. I must look a fright. Imagine the baggies under my eyes.
How do you guys like it? Again, nothing new but I'm still a novice at this. Learning html is fun. Haha. Drew Barrymore is gorgeous isn't she?
Argh. I'd better go off to sleep. Don't wake me up before two.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Ho-Fucker-Dey-Ho
Sorry, I have to write this Les.
I am bloody irritated by shops which are blaring Christmas songs at this time. For God's sakes, there's still a long way to go. Why make a big hoo-ha about it now? And how come I never see such a big fuss being made about Chinese New Year, Deepavali or Hari Raya? Fucking unfair, I tell you.
Was shopping with mum at the supermarket on the eve of Hari Raya and would you believe they had the gall to play Christmas songs? On the eve of Hari Raya! So me and mom complained loudly whenever any of supermarket staff were around. And finally, they played some Hari Raya songs but slipped in Christmas songs in between. Grr...
Oh well, you can't win 'em all, can you?
A GARAGE-GURL. Youre into loud music, hot guys and
wild fashions. Youre most at ease when youve
got all your mates around you and you like to
party. Boys are a game and youre always on the
ball because you make sure youre always number
one.
Your virtues: Confidence, fun nature, sociability.
Your flaws: Loudness, jealous tendency, need for
attention.
What kind of girl are you?
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Exhibitionist movie! You'd get off on letting
ANYONE and EVERYONE watch you have sex...even
small children, you sick sonofabitch! Kinky is
your middle name.
What kind of porno would you star in?
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You are Cinderella!
What Disney Princess are you?
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Sorry, I have to write this Les.
I am bloody irritated by shops which are blaring Christmas songs at this time. For God's sakes, there's still a long way to go. Why make a big hoo-ha about it now? And how come I never see such a big fuss being made about Chinese New Year, Deepavali or Hari Raya? Fucking unfair, I tell you.
Was shopping with mum at the supermarket on the eve of Hari Raya and would you believe they had the gall to play Christmas songs? On the eve of Hari Raya! So me and mom complained loudly whenever any of supermarket staff were around. And finally, they played some Hari Raya songs but slipped in Christmas songs in between. Grr...
Oh well, you can't win 'em all, can you?
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
A GARAGE-GURL. Youre into loud music, hot guys and
wild fashions. Youre most at ease when youve
got all your mates around you and you like to
party. Boys are a game and youre always on the
ball because you make sure youre always number
one.
Your virtues: Confidence, fun nature, sociability.
Your flaws: Loudness, jealous tendency, need for
attention.
What kind of girl are you?
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Exhibitionist movie! You'd get off on letting
ANYONE and EVERYONE watch you have sex...even
small children, you sick sonofabitch! Kinky is
your middle name.
What kind of porno would you star in?
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You are Cinderella!
What Disney Princess are you?
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