it's christmas!
alrights, i love christmas.
but i'm spending it working okay, what the!
thank God for the party though. (:

WILLIEEEEEEEEEEEEE KITTYYYYY.
please come back, this damned mens wear department is DYING without you. ):
i wont bully you already okay!

and good, yi an is leaving.
i'm glad, and i think everyone else would be.

this workplace is certainly driving me crazy with fussy customers, crazy ones as well.
just yesterday, this woman!
()$&@)(*$*@&#)!&

idiot: excuse me!
and so i walked towards the cashier.
idiot: erm, can you help me check for any defection in this shirt?
me: (stares back.) what the heck! who would ask a sales assistant that is supposed to be helping to promote their goods to check for defection.
okay, what kind of defection are you talking about?
idiot: oh any uneven lines. because i friend told me to be more careful when buying size 18 shirts, because the lines are uneven. she bought a shirt from centerpoint and she said the lines are uneven, the tailoring isnt good.
me: (fuming) if you want a perfect shirt go tailor it yourself then!
looking for defection.
idiot: eh, why dont we turn it around so that we can see better.
(turns the shirt around)
idiot: there! you see, its uneven.
me: what the heck!!!! erm, shirts are supposed to be like that, the front is supposed to be longer in a curved line kind of thing.
idiot: really?
me: wah lau eh, calls serene here.
serene: agrees with me.
idiot: okay, how about we take another shirt over here to compare, another size 18 shirt to see if it is really that case?
me: shit ah, she really has no hope, dont even know that a shirt is longer in the front.
when serene comes back with the shirt,
serene: yes ,it is the same, so it is the design you see.
idiot: oh okay.. erh how about we take another size, let's just say size 12 to compare?
me: @*(#&@*^#!&
serene: goes to get another shirt.
idiot: issit true that shirts are always longer in the front? issit true?
me: oh, yes that is true for me, for most of my shirts.
idiot: oh issit? or issit just because it is defected that is why it is on sale?
me: (fuming even more!!)
serene: (heard) NO!
idiot: oh, where is made from?
both of us: looking.
me: i dont know, cant find.
serene: told the idiot.
idiot: oh okay, you are new here issit, that is why you dont know where to find.
me: YES. smiling in a shit-you, go-away and i-cant-wait-to-kill-you look.
after looking comparing three shirts and realising that shirts are longer in the front not because it is DEFECTED but because it is the DESIGN. she finally bought one.

heck, M&S is not some menkali shop, why on earth would we be so unprofessional or whatever to put something that is defected on sales? and, if you think that items on sale are defected,THEN GET THOSE ITEMS NOT ON SALE, CHEAPO NANA!

customers, really. @#(&*(&#*(&@
and i keep losing one side of my earring.

I AM JUST WAITING FOR THE BETTER TOMORROW TO ARRIVE.

today aint a good day.
everything is going all wrong.
angry, angry, angry.

i was happy.
and the truth is, i am never going to trust you ever again.

i thought that once i'm done with studying at paya, i would stop meeting crazy people.
never did i realised that parkway parade is like, not excatly crazy free as well

yesterday.

crazy: (walks in and smile at me)
me: (smiles back)
crazy: (walks to the cashier-empty)
me: (wondering what is he doing)
after awhile,
crazy: (walking off) thank you ah thanks!
me: (shocked) eh, you're welcome. heh.
crazy: as you can see uh, i was counting my money at the cashier just now.
me: (what the heck?)
crazy: you see, parkway parade is so big, there is no safe place to count my money at all. so the cashier is the safest place to count my money.
me: (siao!)
crazy: thank you, thanks again ah!
me: eh, welcome.

things aint good today.
that is why i hate it when people disturb my day.

ah ha, forget about it.
was just recalling about this crazy guy.
just happened yesterday, when i was doing the stocks.

him: eh, excuse me?
me: yes, how can i help?
him: eh, can i see your store manager?
me: (in a state of shock) eh eh eh, why do you want to see her. eh eh, i meant-
him: oh, no i just wanted to ask her the price of this bag of potato chips. (grabbing a pack of potato chips)
me: ( stare at him.)
him: you see, there isnt any price tags over here.
me: (dumbfounded?) erm, let me check for you at the cashier.
me: leo, help me check the price of this.
leo: blah blah(the price of the chips)
him: oh okay, is this bag of chips going on a buy-one-get-one-free promotion? or issit on any promotions?
me: (still dumbfounded, speechless)
*silence*
me: eh, leo, issit on any promotions?
leo: no.
him: oh okay, eh can i see your store manager? i want to ask her if it is on any promotion, or if it going to be on any promotions.
*silence*
me: LEO!
leo: eh, no.
him: oh okay, cause if it is on promotion i would be buy one and just go off. in that case, nevermind, thanks.
me: okay, welcome.
(after he left)
me: eh leo, he siao one issit? why do he need to see store manager to ask for the price?
leo: dont know leh, manager also cannot decide whether to put it on promotion anot.

nobody liked to be disturbed from their sleep because of a damn phone call from a damn stranger.
especially me.

it was 4 phone calls, 4 voice mails that woke me up from my sleep.
and now i cannot go back to sleep

this whole thing is ruining my day.
and you know what, dont ever give my number to anyone without my permission.

handi is dumb.
he called, asking about his farewell party tomorrow.

handi: eh, hello?
me: hello?
handi: eh, may i speak to eena please?
me: EENA? wrong number!
handi: nono, geena.
me: oh. ya? who are you?
handi:(in girly voice) eh eh. i'm weizhi.
me:(in state of shock) HUH! you're not weizhi!
handi:(girly voice) yes, i'm weizhi.
me: no you are not weizhi!
handi: (still in girly voice) huh, then who am i?
me: huh?
handi: i'm handi la!

and he started laughing.
he's a total retard.

okay, work aint exactly tough for me maybe cause when i was in gb, they always make you do sick stuffs and learn new things. and i guess i can adapt rather quickly because of gb's asking you to run sudden weird errands all of the sudden. and you have to keep doing it.
alrights, it's probably hard for you to understand what am i saying because i dont know how to explain myself well as well. just know that, thanks to gb, i've learnt to love my job.

and i hope God gives more obvious hints.

anyway, auntie Judy does not know my name even though i have been working there for 3 days okay. how sad! there's only less than 15 staffs, and 2 of us, the newcomers. ):
and she thought dawn is shawn.
but she's quite funny.

i was having lunch in the 'canteen'.

auntie judy: *click click click*
printer: *starts printing*
auntie judy: AHH SHIT.
printer: * stops printing*
auntie judy: AHH SHIT LA!
(meddles with printer)
printer: *BEEP BEEP BEEP!*
auntie judy: ahhh SHUT UP!


and there was yesterday night.
when :):) is feeling depressed.

:):) : where did you go?
me : oh, i'm here i'm here!
:):) : i miss you so
me : oh, thank you thank you!
:):) : seems like its been forever
me : yea, but it is actually not very long you know.
:):) : shut up! what's your problem!

right man, so much for trying to cheer :):) up.
>.<

tomorrow would be a better day. (:

Lord, you know my heart.

now it's my turn to feel tired.
it's hard to not meddle with things, because my natural tendency is to meddle and screw things up big time.
and i do not want to care about anything already.
not a single thing.

AMOS YEO, YOU FREAK. APPEAR AND HELP ME.

so many things going through my mind.

darn, i want to scream.

firstly, the darn sight of you irks me alot.
i'm going to be suay for a million years if i see you again.
secondly, things have become like. if nothing is being done, all would be gone.
but it aint easy putting up a front when i know so much about you know.
thirdly, this darn coconut milk, made me feel so bloated and hungry as well.
GRRRRRRRRRR.
forthly, i would really like to help you.
but, i have drifted so far already. i myself dont have such strong faith as well.
but, do stand strong girl.
fifthly, i'm starting all over tomorrow.
i want this to be the last time i'm starting all over again.
sixthly, commitment, commitment and commitment.
i would like to stay on. but yet again.
seventhly, i dont even know what i want in my life now.

suddenly, i feel so frustrated.