my dad's playing deep purple on the stereo, and it's really really hard metal rock.
it's woman from tokyo now. dad is imitating the uh scream. so it's kind of 0.o.

anyway. today's been rather boring.
tomorrow's my last day of work and payday, so YAYYERS for me!
sadly, there isn't going to be any party because of the lack of response, blehhhhh.
so i guess it's stay at home and lie in bed and count down slowly and then send out the pre-typed sms-es to People Who Matter.
that's sad, because i can't get drunk like that. ahhhh.
and the saddest thing of all is i don't get to YELLLLLLL HAPPY NEW YEAR drunkenly like i was planning to.
ahwell, next year then. next year i'm planning to get mum to do the christmas party, ho.
and new year party as well, if she's willing. HOHOHO.
i miss those years, ahhh.

2007 in less than 30 hours. it's shocking.
the earth has revolved around the sun... ONCE.
hahaha. well almost. HEH. =)
back to the same spot we were a year ago! lol.

i'm glad things, both good and bad, happened this year.
i changed, a lot.
i went back to read my january and february posts, and i just cannot believe i actually thought that way.
it was stupid, at some points in time. but there were some parts where i was so hopeful.
if there's one thing i don't like about myself, it is being overly hopeful and ending up disappointed when things just don't happen the way i thought it would.
like jamie cullum sings,
the past is gone the flames are out from fires that have burned.
new ideals and different thoughts from lessons i have learned.

i'll never repeat the same mistakes.
like being overly academically one-track minded, and pissing some people off.
like expecting so much for myself and trying so hard to make my parents say that i've done well, that i lose .. everything.
like expecting too much and being so idealistic in (mainly) relationships when it's stupid to and get all clingy and moody at the end. because what goes up must come down (it just depends when. some take a delightfully long time, giving me a couple more months of heavenly bliss. some just months.).
like caring so much for one person, i forget about my other friends.
like saying i'll do it and end up being a procrastinating dumbass (this has to go, if i am to be a good vchair and a responsible games capt next year).
like not seeing the good things and only the bad things.
like forgetting about caring for other people, when i get into the mood to be sulky and basically very mean.
like being such a weird person. i am rather weird, haha. i think of the weirdest things in my mind. like whether a person jumping off a building would die before he or she hits the ground. like if the drains will lead to a crocodile infested secret lakes. like whether people will miss me if i'm gone forever. see? weird right? so if you see me stoning, i'm probably thinking about these weird things.
like being a leader who can't make good decisions.
like backing into my safe shell of security during a discussion by not making a comment, when i know if i tried, i have loads to contribute.

that's enough of mistakes.
2007, i'll do things better, and avoid these things.
but 2006 was memorable.
my first foray into leadership.
my first try at being more social (i swear i was a self-proclaimed anti-social nerd who loved the beatles more than maroon 5, preferred the company of my computer to human contact and an assortment of other weird characteristics, like SINGING AT THE TOP OF MY VOICE IN THE SHOWER, in tune sometimes for songs i know very well and OFFKEY for those that i randomly remember).
my first time actually being happy about GOING to school EVERY DAY - because of the people, and because of the things i get to try and do.
my first time feeling purposeful in life, not just grades and more grades. (frs is one thing. i took it very very very seriously and worked on the robot hard, though i was a noobcake. shuting actually said i am good enough to take over her place as builder, lol.)
my first time overseas on my own! with new friends. =) UK WAS BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG FUN. though i wished i wasn't that moody and emo and all. and that i talked to more people THEN and got to know people from the other groups better THEN, like mmmm kaiyin, the girl who looks like paddington and is in red cross (OMG, I CAN'T REMEMBER HER NAME!), oce, alyssa, charlotte, pei(something, oh no.) and a couple of the other people.
my first real good best friend since josselyn lee in p4. i miss those times, i do. but i can't change it anymore. what happened happened and could never have happened in another way. then again, it is good it happened. i don't believe in best friends, not anymore. best friends forever is a forgotten phrase, erased from my dictionary. because manda and i, in one of our rationalising chats, decided that forever is effing bullcrap. it's rare. it's idealistic. it's stupid. so we've decided, we'll be friends for as long as possible.
my first time being good friends with somebody from another class. it is fun, seeing things from a different POV and listening to different kinds of music, ho. =) and frankly speaking, i never was into the arts stuff at first. but after math changed my mind. and going to error carried forward by the sec 4 people too. i think i'm going for next year's LD production.
my first time getting vday prezzies, HAHA. laugh all you want, hrrrmph. my first two years in rg were ... uneventful, even on vday or my bday. LOL.

many firsts, yes. which is GOOD.

=) sigh. i have to bid this nice year goodbye.
2007 will be better! i'm not being overly hopeful.
it will. though piano is going to be a tarnish on this otherwise to-be good year.
AHH. no negative thoughts.
dang, i'm contradicting myself horribly. =.=
anyhow. 2007, here i come.
9:13 PM



things just got too much to bear. hence a quiz to keep me sane.

I AM: confused.
I HAVE: loads to do and not any sleep.
I WISH: that I didn't take up so many things.
I MISS: people i love.
I FEAR: not doing it right.
I HEAR: i'm only sleeping, by the beatles.
I SEARCH FOR: somewhere (somebody) to run to and hide from things.
I WONDER: if i'll collapse and die at my table one day.
I REGRET: not eating my cheesy hot dog as i'm hungry now.
I LOVE: being happy.
I ACHE: in my heart. in my brain. in my stomach.
I AM ALWAYS: staying up late.
I AM NOT: an idiot.
I DANCE: horribly.
I SING: in the shower, and sometimes offkey, but heck, who on the block knows that it's me?
I CRY: when things get too hard to bear. not now though.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: clever/smart/good.
I WRITE: horribly.
I WIN: seldomly, if there's even this word. i highly doubt it.
I LOSE: big time.
I'M CONFUSED: about everything.
I SHOULD: sleep.

hell. i should at least finish the stickers. damn.
2:22 AM



MERRY MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!¨

hahaha, okay need to return to piano. just taking a break.
it's always piano nowadays, strangely.
yesterday's party was a bit of a disappointment, because before 12mn came, only two families were left behind to exchange the MERRY CHRISTMASes.
so, i have decided to organise a new year countdown thinger with my mum in a last ditch attempt to bring some festive cheer. lame, but ahwell, i really miss those times when we kind of go: "10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR! / MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

ahh, my mum is here to nag.
so cya. and MERRY CHRISTMAS!
and may all your dreams and whatnot come true, HEH.
9:23 PM



WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS! WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS! WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

DO DRINK SOME MORE WINE, AND GET VERY DRUNK. IT'S QUITE FUN TO BE DRUNK! COS YOU FORGET ALL YOUR...uh, i don't know. if i said troubles, it won't rhyme. BAAAAAABAAAA BLACK SHEEEP! HAHAHAA. just that i am laughing a lot tonight, after drinking up a lot of the wine in my dad's glass, saying i'm helping him save us from a possible car crash (CHOY AHHH, I STILL WANT THE CAR, BECAUSE I'M DRIVING IT ONCE I GET MY LICENSE!!!). xD xD xD and to think of it, if i die in the car crash, then no more car and even worse, no more me. 0.0 haha, all the more i should drink all his wine TOMORROW NIGHT. HAHAHA: I AIM TO GET SO DRUNK THAT I DO SOMETHING SLIGHTLY MORE EMBARASSING THAN LAUGHING LIKE A MORONOIC FOOL. NA NA NA NA NA NA NA!!!! NA NA NA NA! HEY JUDE.

okay, back to tvvvvv! VAVAVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM I LOVE WINE.
9:53 PM



i'm back in the go-getting mood of my lower sec life, all of a sudden.
i expect that to be good.
no more slacking, no more lying in in the morning.
it's straight work work work.
11:00 PM



it feels good to stay at home, sleep in late in this perfect weather (well nearly. it isn't hot, but i would have preferred a bit of sun), listen to slow songs from the beatles, jason mraz (well, only two: i'm yours and shy that way) and a few others.

i am guilty of not going to nie, but that's only because of my failed negiotiation with my mother about piano practice time. i'm working from home, trying to pick up on stuff. have to think about the circuit soon. am trying to attach two ginormous files so that i can send them to our mentor.

and shitzors, i haven't sent out 5 christmas cards. 0.o that's mainly due to the lack of stamps. i shall and will go out and post them tonight or maybe in the late afternoon before 5pm. i don't know, i'll see.

okay, have to return to smp and work.

and later, piano. it'd be so much better if there weren't any piano exams, or if my parents had more sense and let me just play the piano for the sake of the love of playing music.

but that, is a lame excuse to not do my best for my stinking exam. it's the last one, and me passing it is a passport to my freedom to play whatever piece i wish, the prerequisite of liberation.

(on a random note. milo makes me AWAKEEEE. much more so than coffee. i stayed up till 3 last night doing nothing in particular except for a bit of smp here and there. and woot, the results of the experiment are just as expected.)

POWER TO MILO. : D
12:52 PM



i was about to moan about the state of my arpeggios.
but i guess i SHAN'T.
i have work to do.
and i'm currently talking to nik, and taking a break after piano.
done talking. seems like people are reading more and more.
i should really read. 0o i finished only extremely loud and incredibly close, oh no.
i have the big over easy to read, so =).
i guess i have to stay home tomorrow and piece together smp stuff.
mum wouldn't allow me to go to nie tomorrow, unfortunately, if i don't complete my arpeggios.
damnnnn. i shouldn't have tried negotiating.
this is infuriating, really.
but ANYHOW. i'll keep my head up and do my work well.

okay GOT TO BOUNCE, dudes.
and i've decided, cbox it is.
i can't find anything else. BLEH.

adios.
8:10 AM



horror of horrors. i accidentally slashed my palm, while playing with a pen knife ar nie. i got three cuts in total on my left hand. i must be the smartest moron on earth. they tingle a lot. note to self: never underestimate that stupid blade.
10:52 AM



the rain has made me reflective for a while.
and i have sort of looked back on 2006 and decided that some things that happened should happen after all.
a good year, i might say, just not as good as i've hoped for it to be.
but nevermind! next year would will be better. =)
i'm hopeful, for once or twice, ahaha.
i wish i could go running, and think about stuff more, but it's raining, so tough luck.
there's tonnes to do, and i haven't gotten round to hitting the books for math.
there's still smp to worry about, and piano as well.
and crapzoids, i haven't done my tuition homework. i have tuition today, dang.
oh, i have robotics stuff as well. oh wow whee. and LSL.
geez, i'd better be hardworking.

okay, have to go out now. nie @ 9am.
on an random note, i'm hooked on the song coffee by copeland, in addition to i am the walrus by the beatles.
7:58 AM



my discman just breathed its last at i don't know what time, but it just can't read my cds anymore.

it's been with me for let me see, 15 - 8 = 7 long years, but servicing me for about 3 years or so, because there was a period of time when my discman was literally sunken in obscurity in my Drawer That Is Hardly Opened.

anyhow, i mourn the passing of my discman, which was a present to me from my mum when i was in primary 2, having done incredibly and surprisingly well in my exams.

sigh, meritocracy in play here. double sigh, i have gotten into the habit of making weird connections between two things. and triple sigh, my mum is a standard mother the country wants, who rewards according to merit. i should learn from her really, but not like i'm going to be a mother. but if i do, my family life would be headed straight for hell's furnace.

anyway, i remember telling my mother that i liked the discman, but after that, i gradually lost interest in it, because my mum always threatened to confiscate it if i didn't do well for the tests in primary 3. hence also the reason why it was in my Drawer That Is Hardly Opened - so that it'll never be found and thus be saved from destruction - and because of that, i used it less and less, until it decreased from occasionally to a few times to none at all.

4 years of endless burying my nose in assessment books passed, and at the end of the psle, i was free to do anything i liked. liberation was like a fast paced rap song that i can't quite lip synch to, so naturally i looked around the house for something to speed up the passing of the brought-forward holidays.

one fateful day i discovered the discman again and had a good time using it, listening to old songs that my friends didn't find upbeat enough. the beatles, bee gees and all the other oldies that i had grown up to played in my head every day whether i'm doing work or just walking in a shopping centre with my parents. i know it looks absolutely uncool to be plugged into a cd player during the years of slim hip ipods and mp3s, but whatever, it played cds, it worked just fine, it is mine.

now you see, technology was beginning to leave me behind in the dust, so i decided to give techno things a chance. i went mp3 shopping after the june hols and got my very first mp3 player, when everyone else were already sporting stylish ipod nanos. a round, handy little silver piece of microchips and 128MB storage. i was rather apprehensive but eager to try it out, so for the first three weeks of my mp3 ownership, i thoroughly explored all the benefits of an mp3, which, at that time, totally outshone those of my used and worn discman. it could store more songs than a cd. it didn't need me to lug around a couple of cds if i wanted to have more than one artist on the stereo. it was small, portable and stylo mylo. and so many others that i can't count them off my 10 fingers. thus my permanent switch to mp3, and the heartless abandonment of my discman.

wrong move. that's because after playing the beatles for one last time two days ago (when i forgot to charge my mp3), something in my discman quietly retired from service and rendered my discman useless when i tried to use it today during my piano practice to play the exam pieces cd. i slotted the cd on, closed the lid and pressed play. it whined, whirred and whined again, desperately trying to read the cd, like a short-sighted person squinting at something far off, but failing to see anything. and so, i pronounced it dead after 1) trying different cds 2) taking the batteries out and putting new ones in 3) blowing dust out from the cd space 4) wiping the cds before putting them into the player, because nothing worked.

it was a fruit of my labour in primary 2 and i was definitely proud of it. it has been with me for many many years and i am obviously very appreciative of it. but it is a reminder of how now results seem mean everything in this paperchase society. if you serve up the desired results regularly, baby you are a rich man (like the beatles sing so enthusiastically), because the world is yours on a silver platter with gold trimmings and obiang red ribbons.

but just so you know, i still love my discman very much, because it was from my mum; it was a reward, so; it worked and played the greatest songs ever; and haha, wait for it, it is BLUE! i think i'll keep it as a keepsake, though my mum would nag at me and tell me not to keep junk. it ain't junk, it's a memory of great music and also a reminder of the world out there. it keeps me rooted, see. just like music does to me.

OKAY, HAVE TO GO. work to do, and i'm going to have a NICE, SPLENDID TIME staring at the screen willing words out of my head to go onto the reports.

enjoy whatever is left of the hols, yeah.
and i can't wait to be back in school again, though it means i'm sec 4 and thus an old-fogey-to-be.
but that doesn't mean math test is an appealing idea.
it's the worst one ever.
along with the IP.
it's like plugging a microphone blindly into any old socket and going testing testing 1 2 3 hoping that you've got the right one.

before i start grumbling like what i did in my convo with amanda, i shall go and be hardworking.

peace out.

afterthought: i've become a night owl, after this year. doom. i have eyebags.
12:58 AM



beatlemania, again.
have been listening to beatles day in day out.
for no one is pretty.
hey jude is the best.
the ballad of john and yoko is catchy.
here comes the sun is nice.
let it be was my childhood favourite.
now my fave is one after 909, which is one of their earlier songs.

on a random note, i don't want to use cbox anymore.
am looking for an alternative. bleh.
if there isn't any other tagboard, i figure i'll just continue with cbox then.

piano. same thing. i started dozing off after finishing major and minor scales a sixth apart, both hands.
it's so monotonous. 0o
and i shouldn't be playing the piano so late at night.
but my scales are good now, i figure.
it's just my arpeggios.
tomorrow i must freaking start on arpeggios, otherwise i can even kiss passing grade 8 goodbye.
so i figure i shall wrap up smp stuff tonight and do piano tomorrow.

it's going to be a long night, and a sleepy morning tomorrow.
but it's okay, there's still the beatles to keep me awake.
the beatles > jason mraz, always. although jason mraz is love.
11:11 PM



home, after dinner with my ex-nanny and her husband, who are very much alone.
they're exceedingly nice - they bought a super expensive le coq sportif (eh, i am not sure about the spelling, lol) slingbag (although i already have a pretty slingbag) with an extra surprise in the slingbag.
they're so nice i wish they weren't so nice.
but they're lonely people, and could use some company.. and all. i don't know.

anyway. piano now. tired, but i must do it.
8:57 PM



just before i shut down the computer, i guess i already have 3 things to do before the new year comes, other than piano, smp and math.
1) stop worrying/putting things off
2) talk politely (even when i feel pissed)
3) be more careful with my things (i keep losing things. )= )

tomorrow is a busy day.
have a dinner date. something good i suppose, but i need to get home by 830 for piano practice.
if i play any later than 10, i have to shut all the windows and the door and turn on the aircon, so that i don't disturb the neighbours.
then after piano, i have to get about retrieving my stupid lost files (because the laptop crashed when i was halfway through work).
i predict sleeping time would be reduced from 7 hours to 5 hours only.
i really have to stop moping.

night.
on a random note, christmas in 10 days, and i'm not exactly in the mood right now.
i haven't even started on my christmas cards. dang.
and i should never sleep later than 11, from today on (15th dec. it's 12:56 now).
12:56 AM



it's so easy to lose my temper, my patience.
i want to take back all those words i said yesterday.
i don't want to be vacuum, i realise.
i just worry too much all the time that i am left with no time to do much at all.

since i swore so much in the previous post, i guess i shouldn't swear anymore.
swearing is bad, like mum always insists.
i said the F word once when i was in K2 (i don't know where i picked it up from) and my hands and backside hurt for a week.
but i reckon the pain did not make me forget that word.
it's angst and all that hormones squeezed into a single-syllable four-letter word.
who could ever resist that? (sweeping statement, because there are some goody-two-shoes who've never used this word [another generalisation, but heck])

finished reading extremely loud and incredibly close by jonathan safran foer.
to take a leaf out of Mr. Black's book -

JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER: GENIUS.

i guess i should get going and finish up smp.

adios
8:58 PM



I DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW I GOT MYSELF WEDGED INTO THIS FUCKING RUT IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE.
NEVER SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE JOB THAT WASTES SO MUCH OF MY BLOODY PRECIOUS TIME; BUT I BLOODY NEED THE FUCKING MONEY FOR STUFF AND WHAT NOT.
BUT STUFF ISN'T CLOSE TO BE 1% AS IMPORTANT AS PIANO, AS SMP, AS MATH, AS CHINESE, AS GOLF, AS ROBOTICS, AS REST ULTIMATELY.
STUPID 9AM TO 3PM TIMING SUCKS THE PRODUCTIVENESS OUT OF EACH FUCKING DAY OF MY DEC HOLS. BLOODYYYY FUCK.

(sorry, for the swearing. if you don't want to get a postful of angst, hormones and pure frustration, door's open baby)

SO WHAT IF I GET MONEY AND I FAIL MY GRADE 8. NOBODY'S GONNA GIVE ME A DISTINCTION IF I GIVE THEM MY ENTIRE SALARY AND BLAME THE JOB FOR MAKING ME DO SO UNSPECTACULARLY.
BECAUSE IT'S MY OWN DAMNBLOODYFUCKINGSONOFABITCH FAULT THAT I SLACKED FOR THE ENTIRE YEAR FOR PIANO, LARGELY MOPING ABOUT SOMETHING THAT CAN'T BE RETAINED, SOMEONE WHOM I HAD TO LOSE, PARTIALLY RUSHING HOMEWORK AND MEMORIZING WITH AN IMAGINARY TAPE RECORDER IN MY HEAD TO DROWN OUT ALL THE FUCKING FEELINGS I HAD, AND SETTLING INTO THIS CLASS BUT FAILING CATASTROPHICALLY, SINCE I'M NOT FITTING IN ANYWAY AND I'M ALWAYS STICKING OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB WHO IS ALWAYS HOPEFUL THAT THINGS WOULD HAPPEN BUT BLOODY FUCK, NOTHING EVER DOES IN THIS FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING WORLD, CLASS OR SCHOOL.
I SHOULD TOTALLY ENTER FOR THE GUINESS WORLD RECORD FOR LOSERS, GOODNESS.
I'M BLOODY BLOODY BLOODY LOSING MY FUCKING PATIENCE WITH THE WORLD, WITH MY CONTROL OVER MY PATHETIC INSIGNIFICANT EXISTENCE ON THIS BEAUTIFULLY BLUE EARTH, WITH EVERYTHING IN MY, IF I MAY CALL IT, LIFE (BECAUSE BASICALLY, MY LIFE IS JUST ATTAINING GOAL AFTER GOAL. IT'S SUCH STUPIDITY. THEY AREN'T EVEN GOALS THAT ARE WORTH GIVING UP WHATEVER I HAD FOR.)

IF I HAD OSKAR'S PAPIER-MACHE SKULL, I WOULD SMASH IN THE FACES OF EVERYONE WHO HAD EXPECTATIONS FOR ME THAT I DON'T EVEN WANT TO BLOODY MEET. I JUST WANT TO BE ORDINARY. A NOTHING. OKAY. THERE I SAID IT. I WANT TO BE NOTHING. I WANT TO BE VACUUM, LIKE THE REST OF THE UNIVERSE, MINUS THE STARS AND THE PLANETS. NO, I DON'T WANT TO DIE. I JUST WANT TO BE INVISIBLE. ALONE. LIKE THE WOMAN WHO DIED IN ELEANOR RIGBY. AN ESCAPIST. THAT'S ALL I AM. AND I MAY BE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.

i am not as strong as i thought i was.
and it hurts.
11:41 PM



i can't keep off blogger, can i?
nanana. well, going out soon, and i'm famished.
hmm famished reminds me of famine, randomly.
dinner's going to be simple tonight, i expect (maybe in jurong), since we had a complicated grand meal (seafood, see) last night.
my mum reads me like a book.
she asked me where i'd like to go for dinner, and suggested jurong when i shrugged.

ahwell. christmas is in 15 days!
it's a family kind-of tradition to always have a celebration.
and i'm dammit proud to say it was started by me and my mum, hurrhurr.
i was the one who suggested the first christmas celebration, when i was around 3 or 4, i reckon.
from then on, every year, we had relatives and friends over at our two storey HDB flat.
and i remember all of us getting into trouble for kicking the soccer ball from the 6th storey down. more often than not, the ball would hit a car.
and we would tell ghost stories at the lobby (which doubled as our soccer pitch).
now we sold the flat to my uncle's family. so we still have parties over there. =)
and sometimes at my mum's cousin's place, which is, well, landed property, hence a better choice.
i have loads of small little pesky cousins who can be quite cute sometimes.
christmas is a nice time of the year, though sometimes we get too caught up in all the celebrating stuff to actually really think about christmas.

hmm, in future, it would be nice if i could just eat in, watch a nice movie and have a good time chatting on christmas day at night, with a close pal or someone along those lines. but then again, clubbing wouldn't be too bad an idea, HAHA.

anyway, have to go now. dinner!
6:03 PM



i realise how much i miss some people in school, damn.
to distract me, there's always the piano to worry about. and smp, mostly.
dang. life has no whatsoever meaning now, just plain stupid work.
i need brain-stimulating stuff = school, at the very least, though it's stressful and gives me new pimples.

the only reasons for reason now are the beatles, jazon mraz and tristan prettyman.
music's my new religion.
some lyrics just strike me and make me feel better sometimes.
and no matter what song, the lyrics just seem to apply.
bollocks you may say, but whatever.
hearts to music.
and love to life.

anyway, i went to vivo today for a second time. pageone is a HUMONGOUS HUMONGOUS bookshop. i saw interesting books there. xD hmm some titles i saw: 1001 books you must read before you die, extremely loud and incredibly close (something about a boy whose father died in 9/11 and him finding a key), dragon moon (eh, some fantasy book. i can't believe i was actually reading that ridiculous far-fetched story), the double life of [some woman's name].. yadayada. more, basically. haha.

dinner, i was stuffed. damn. i ate a whole lot, honestly speaking. crab, crayfish, mushrooms, fish, dessert, fried rice, rice and noodles. HAHAHA. by the end of the hols, i will be one fat tub of lard. but good thing is, my job includes running errands and walking from point to point to deliver stuff, helping huge people onto the bumboats, carrying boxes of mineral water and what not. i have a tan developing from the sun exposure already. hur. tanlines suck, officially. i look weird.

alright. smp time. sigh.
bleh. i hate working a seven-day week.
i swear, school is a much better alternative in this case.
10:48 PM



DANGGGGGG!
FIRST DAY OF WORK, AND HENCE THIS POST!
(on an additional note, i'll never be able to go on a hiatus for more than a week, i figure, unless i go on a holiday.)

it was boring at the ticketing kiosk.
but hahaha, i did a couple of interesting things today. and a few interesting things happened, as well:

1. I RODE A FREAKING TRISHAW! WHOO. xD i was cycling, not sitting there like an old fat tart. the old trishaw guy let me have a go on it, so YAYYERS! it was kind of like a bike, but you have to keep the handlebars slightly to the left, where your passenger would sit, so that you don't topple the trishaw. it's hard at first to cycle on a three-wheeled vehicle. the uncle's a PRO, i tell you. he took me for a round around the place where i was working. =)

2. i ventured into some weird building during lunch break (30min) which had this shop called earshot. the lighting was like the kind you see in jack's place - rather dim, just bright enough to read comfortably. it sold books, served salivating PASTA and had random films lying around. i was dead conspicuous, being the only one wearing a faded yellow shirt which screamed that i was working for Singapore River Cruise. the salesperson was drilling his eyes into my back, and some people were looking up every now and then. it was quite funny, but hoho, the attention got irksome and i left.

3. oh boy, the TOILET was damn kewl. hahaha. i know it sounds stupid to consider a toilet INTERESTING, but that totally shows the extent of my boredom this afternoon. morning wasn't that bad, because i was busy exercising my jaw muscles, rattling off the same speech about the 30 min/45 min cruise 1238398479287523 times to 1238398479287523 different tourists. anyway, back to the toilet. IT WAS POSH! i swear, something in the same league as the Harrods toilet back in the UK. xD nanana, i was there for a couple more minutes than i should be, and got a scolding. bah. but it had interesting gadgets, like the towel that moves automatically in the machine and appears dry, after you just used it.

4. if there's a more kiasu person that the typical singaporean auntie, it must be a northern indian tourist. i'm not being racist. THEY ARE EXPERTS AT HAGGLING, I SWEAR. they ask for discounts, discounts upon discounts; they compare prices of a bottle of water; they comment that our 45 min cruise is not worth it, costing 15 bucks (in order to try to lower the price, i bet you my life); and say that the souvenirs are way too fugly to be sold at 3 for 10 dollars.

OH I NEARLY WANTED TO WRING THIS PARTICULAR COUPLE'S NECKS. THEY PUT PUNCTURE HOLES ON MY NECK AND USED STRAWS TO SUCK MY BLOOD. they DEMANDED that i refund them for two bottles of water. hello, you're a tourist, friend. 2 bucks per bottle is a tourist rate set by the company, not me! i said water is 2 bucks per bottle, you paid the money and you walked off somewhere, came back to tell me that i cheated you?! WHAT NONSENCE NONSENSICAL RUBBISH! i told them: "sorry, there is no refund. this is the price that we have here. i can't change it. it won't be different at any other kiosk for our company. (i nearly wanted to add "END OF STORY SO SOD OFF", but i said) please kindly leave, thank you. and have a nice day." hahaha, you won't believe how the look of incredulity and speechlessness on their faces makes me feel damn power.

5. the uncle who was in charge of helping the tourists onto and off the boats said jokingly: "hahaha, i get to shake everyone's hands, because i help them on and off the boats." he's quite funny. but he spouts hokkien, which is totally greek to me. i speak cantonese. xD OH! WE HAD A HONGKONG COUPLE WANTING TO GO ON THE BOAT TODAY! and i was helping out, since the auntie wasn't there. =)) learning a dialect helps, so learn yours man. xD

okay only five things luh. hope tomorrow would be nicer. =)

have to go and sleep a bit. i'm super tired.
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