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Wednesday, August 31, 2005
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| :: MRT Horror Stories
:: | | 5:10 AM |
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Same old, same old.
Everytime I log in, I always can't seem to think of what I want to blog about. I would always plan about what I'll say and how to phrase the whole thing.
Then again, you can't always get to do what you want. Yup, I forgotten nearly everything I planned to blog about.~ Sigh ~
After 'slogging' it out at GWP for 9 months, they decided to put me as the VIP server. Which I dread doing the most. You can call it the most relaxing and yet most stressful position to be in. I did it for 2 consecutive weekends in a row. There are so many other people who can do it, so why pick me? Everyone's attention is on me. So scary. All of them would be waiting for you to give the cue to serve the next course, you can't be too slow or too fast in your service etc etc. There are endless rules and procedures to follow and it gives me a headache. One reason I like working there is because you don't need to use much brainpower while on the job. Just move fast and work fast. Plus the silverware for the VIP table is so farking heavy, I'm always scared that I'll drop it and make a fool out of myself.
Doing VIP service is not so bad when you are serving the 'small fry'. It's the 'big ones' that stresses me out. You see, I actually have to serve a 8 course dinner to some MP and his wife last week. And there's no one to back me up. Thought that after the week before, I would never have to do VIP duty again. Guess I was wrong. Thankfully, with some 'experience' I managed not to screw it up...too much.
In conjunction with the hungry ghost festival, I shall now share some MRT horror stories. No, they are not the kind with female ghosts dressed in white with long flowing hair that hasn't been conditioned in God knows how long. They involve people like you and me with flesh and blood.
Sometimes I think the scariest things are we, human beings. The things that people do nowadays disgust me sometimes. Need some examples?
The case of the moving escalators
Venue: Harbourfront MRT Station Exit leading towards Harbourfront Towers 1 and 2
Time: Morning peak hour somewhere between 8.25 - 8.30 am
Scenario:
There are a whole bunch of working class people including me rushing to get to the exit quickly. When reaching the escalators, all of us will file into 2 lines to get on it. There was this fucking middle aged woman who did not understand the basic concept of courtesy and right of way. Every Singaporean who have taken the MRT should know that when getting on the escalator, the people standing on the right has the right of way and move upwards like on the roads right? Most Singaporeans observe this practice and the tourists catch on pretty quick.
I was on the right side and moving upwards when this fucking auntie who has no manners cut into my lane. Normally, I don't give a shit but this bitch had tried to push/nudge me out of the way while I was getting on the escalator. Eh hello auntie, what if I had tripped? I'm still under probation and therefore not entitled to claim insurance in the event I'm injured. Can use a bit of common sense a not? I AM GETTING ON THE MOVING ESCALATOR WEARING 2 INCH HEELS WHO ALREADY HAVE DIFFICULTY IN BALANCING MYSELF PROPERLY AND THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO NEED TO PUSH ME OUT OF THE WAY SO THAT YOU CAN WALK FASTER. IF I HAD TRIPPED AND FELL AND GOTTEN MYSELF PARALYSED OR SOMETHING(TOUCH WOOD), WILL YOU PROMISE TO TAKE CARE OF ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE? If it were a kid, I would have just said he has no jia jiao or something. But this behaviour is coming from a grown woman who is probably old enough to be my mother. Anyway, how much time can you save by cutting in front of me? 2-3 seconds tops. So this fucking bitch had earlier almost got me paralysed had tried to cut between me and the person in front. Please lor, there isn't enough space for her to squeeze between us and yet she still tries. Bitch with shit for brains. Of course, I 'm not stupid enough to let her do whatever she wants. Anyway, she got off later mumbling something about inconsiderate young people or whatever it is that people with shit for brains can think up. It's like pot calling the kettle black lor. It's pecisely because of people like her that people like me exist. If she had behaved like a normal human being with a reasonable amount of brains and common sense and did not act like she did, do you think I would acted like I did? Of course not. I don't attack unless I'm being provoked.
The case of the nodding head
Venue: On a train moving towards Pasir Ris
Time: Evening peak hour somewhere between 6.00 - 6.30 am
Scenario:
Was fortunate enough to find a seat when I got on at Outram Park. Minutes later, I realised why: The guy sitting on my left was sleeping and is using my shoulder as a pilow! WTH. I'm not against napping on the train but there's no need to make yourself so comfortable that you are leaning way too close towards your neighbours. I didn't like the guy using my shoulders to nap on cause I was tired enough as it is. Anyway, napping on people who are total strangers is a big no-no especially if they don't like it. I resent it so I push him away, usually the person would just wake up but this guy didn't! Ok, he stopped leaning on me but the other person instead. Needless to say, she didn't like it either so she pushed him back towards me. I don't blame her. Afterall, it's not her fault that the guy sleeps like that in the first place. So to cut both our suffering short, I tried to wake him up but he just wouldn't do so. It got to the point where I was literally shaking him. No, he's not dead cause you can tell that he's breathing. Freaky right? And he was sitting like typical ah bengs do with legs stretching out and all. Not a good thing to do as it's rush hour and the train is packed. Either you will feel pain when people step on your foot which I experienced countless times even with my legs tucked nicely in to avoid the exact thing from happening, or you will trip everyone that is standing in your way. The amazing thing was that he slept through all of the stepping, pain the tripping. When I got off, he was still sleeping! Maybe he's in a coma or something, I hope he missed his stop for all the discomfort he caused me.
There are lots and lots more examples that makes you wonder whether Singapore really fits to be a world class city. Farking smelly and fat Indian woman who think they are goregous and have nice flowery smelling hair who flip it so often who make me puke at their foul smelling B.O and flinch at the lice on their scalp that they might be inflicting onto mine. Lecherous Bangla workers who lean in too close to you for comfort. Men who undress you with their eyes. People who insist on guarding the doors and wouldn't let you get off the train even if you asked nicely, which I did but it didn't work so I pushed and shoved my way out so that I can reach Orchard on time for work. I'm sure that they all think I'm 'a inconsiderate and typical young Singaporean who cares only for herself'. And there will also be people who don't let you on the train. What irony. You can't get on the train and when you do, you can't get off it.The lovers who take up the entire two lanes on the escalators acting as if the world revolves around them and would not budge even with half of Singapore's population is standing behind them and trying to get ahead. People who insist on tapping their EZlink cards repeatedly even though it reads insufficient value causing you to be stuck behind them and as a result miss the train you are trying to catch. Even worse are the ones who try to catch a free ride by following you closely through the barrier. WTF. I now practise the custom of tapping my card and walking slowly enough so that the barrier closes right after I passed through. Ha. If I have to pay such expensive fares(Ahem, SMRT Corp take note, don't raise the fares anymore you hear?), I might as well make sure everyone suffers with me right?
On a happier note, I found this file sharing program called Limewire that allows you to share files with various parties connected to the network. I'm now downloding Lost episodes to keep up with what I missed. All for the delicious Sawyer and Boone. Mmmm....yum
Monday, August 22, 2005
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| :: Just some random thoughts
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It has been a while since I last blogged. Been busy with work and other stuff as usual. Since I spend so much more time in the office instead of waitressing and there's simply nothing interesting to talk about at my office, it's best not to blog for the sake of blogging and bore people to death with the details of the next report I have to submit.
Anyway, the only things I consider interesting are interacting with people and observing all the funny stuff. Sure, I interact with people at the office too but only through email and the phone. The only people who would talk to me face to face are the accountants whom I consider as one of the most stupid departments I have ever encountered. All they know is crunch numbers and none, none of them knows how to navigate their way through a simple Excel worksheet. Morons! I'm the one to go to for feeder database rates, not a bloody computer technician to answer all your idiotic questions. Do they think that I'm so free as to teach them how to use a computer?
Idiotic accountants aside, I like my job since its so challenging and all. Freebies and food galore! I get to eat at my desk, anytime I want. Haha. I sure can't eat on the job while waitressing.
Just some random thoughts. What you read above is just crap I thought on the spur of the moment, if you prefer to call it an appeitizer, you can. Now for the main entry.
Of course it has something to do with Nick. My whole world revolves around him didn't you hear? =)
Spent the whole of Saturday with him...working. I like working at GWP but I lurve it even more when he's around. I call it 'my other workplace'. You would think that since I had my Prince Charming around, it would be a day of bliss and content. It turned out to be...kind of weird.
Ok, I got a sore throat suddenly Friday evening. By Saturday morning, half my voice was gone. Insert corny joke made by Hotshot Lawyer here. What do you know? Next, a bunch of Uni guys, not including the abovementioned Diamond Bachelors(DB for short) asked me whether I was, ahem, still a virgin. Losing my voice, virgin. Geddit? Ok, so Uni guys all have a very unique sense of humour. They do things sometimes that makes you question their intellignence and maturity sometimes. Not to mention the sanity of the good admission people who let them get into Uni in the first place.
So, while I was deciding whether to a)laugh, b)cry, c)do both or d)make them experience some serious pain. They took it as a non-denial, which means I'm a, for the lack of a better word, non-virgin. Why can they take it as a non-confirmation?
Anyway, in their mind they already decided I wasn't one. They were lucky they chose a time to tell me that when I was very busy and thus had no time to inflict extreme physical pain on them. Plus, I still had a good and long flirting session with one of the DBs fresh in my memory(no prizes for guessing who) so I was in an extremely good mood.
I mean, do I look like a non-virgin? Can people even tell from the peron's face? Is it normal social behaviour nowadays to go around asking people whether they are still virgins? Why would anyone want to know whether I was still one? Very amused at being asked this question despite telling myself that the logical reaction would be to appear extremely pissed. Most importantly, the 64 million dollar question should be: Do I look like I would enjoy sex? Not before, not now, probably never. Nope, the Government can count me out when awarding Baby Bonuses and I will still be happy. Not when the consequences of having sex could be carrying a foetus inside of you for 9 months and at the end of it trying to squeeze it out from you-know-where then the real pain begins. Nope, no can do. Even had the same bunch of guys ask me where the baby comes out and whether it hurts. Well, it would be akin to asking whether the guys are in pain whenever someone kicks them in the balls. Stupid question right?
Especially after thewhole fiasco with the stalker, formerly known as my ex. After a lot of thinking on that subject, even though I may like Nick very much, I don't think that I'll be getting into another relationship anytime soon.
I've been burned so many times and yet I have not found THE ONE. The one that I can like for a reasonable amount of time. Yes, I'm aware that I can like a guy a lot one day and dump him the next. Maybe it's my retribution liking the one guy I could never get cause his heart belongs to another girl who doesn't appreciate him. Really hope that one day he would see me as more than just good friends and work buddies who like to confide and suan each other, often in the same sentence. But he keeps giving me all these mixed signals. One moment, he would show the potential of being a caring BF and next, cold and aloof. I wish that he would just come outright and say that he would never date a girl from GWP cause I would never have the guts to tell a guy to the face that I like him. Or maybe it's cause I'm so used to being chased after by guys. Haha.
Come to think of it, I've worked with all of my exes at one point or another. Technically, the stalker was my classmate but we got together while at the end of our attachment. Hopefully tradition will hold. I'll try not to lose hope.
Been having all sorts of other problems as well lately. It could be due to my 'very easygoing and extrovert' personality at work that a lot of people would tell me about their problems. Which is not a good idea if I happen to dislike or worse, hate you since chances are, I will spill it all out to someone eventually no matter how 'hard' I'll try to keep it. Don't believe me? Read this excellent example. As for the rest, don't worry, I'll take your secrets to the grave;P
Anyway, even when I'm not in the mood for gossiping(which is quite often nowadays since I rarely at GWP anymore), people would flock to me like birds to a feather. I just can't get it, do I look like Aunt Agony/Aggie/Angie/whatever to you? My reputation precedes me, I guess. Even though I already tui chu jiang hu le. Haha. Sometimes it gets to a point when too much info isn't good you know? I like the good stuff(read: really scandalous ones involving the B.I.T.C.H for e.g) but I would not be up to it all the freaking time.
Especially in Willie's case, I don't really give a damn(sometimes) when others have done him great wrong or whatever. As long as the person has not done ME wrong, I'm not going to care, nor get indignant, angry on your behalf or sort it out for you. For heaven's sake, be a grown man and act like one lar. Yes, I may be some managers' pet. But just for the record, I'm not the type to snitch on people who have done me no wrong. I don't abuse whatever little power that I have unless the person in question has pissed me off. Then forgive me for being a tattle tale. Even my part-time lover(haha) can't get much info about that thing with caveman out of me.
ZH even asked me on Saturday whether I would 'consider' Willie. Hell no, if I wouldn't even consider him(ZH), I sure wouldn't consider Willie as 'more than friends' cause ZH is more of a DB than Willie is. Plus, I can't stand Willie sometimes. This is so secondary school. ~Help me ask whether so and so likes me can?~ Bleargh. If Willie is entertaining thoughts like this, why can't he ask me outright? If ZH is only guessing, why assume that he's interested in me?
I don't know why guys are so interested in me nowadays. It's like the 'lan tao hua' days back again, only with whole new characters. Why can't I get good 'tao hua' days huh? Doesn't even have to involve N, just Del and some droolicious hunks will do. I'm not fussy. It must be the personality that I display there. It's just that I'm so comfortable with the guys there that I may be flirting with them subconciously and mislead them into thinking that I'm interested or something. Good God, I'm turning into a female version of York! Ravel, the one with the Beng hairdo asked me outright whether he could chase me and hold hands and everything. What era is he living in? The 90s? Who asks this kind of question anymore? Diaoz. I think he's kidding lar, but then again I'll never understand nor empathize with the ways guys express their interest in a girl. I've seen guys like Ron abuse the girls they like, be it verbally or physically. The gesture was sweet though and he is a DB in his own right. Ex Victoria boy leh, don't play play and current NUS Biz student. Er, seem to have a lot of yuan fen with NUS guys hor?
Watched the National Day Rally yesterday for the first time. It was interesting, especially the Taugei Not Enough and Taugei Never Enough Video clips. Go watch it! Super funny! Anyone and everyone who has been in the service industry or received bad service will empathise with the people in it. Personally, I think good service works both ways. It would be virtually impossible for a service staff to remain friendly and cheerful if all the consumer does is to nitpick and be a general pain-in-the-ass. And it would be disgraceful if the consumer is easygoing and not fussy and yet the staff treats them like shit. It takes 2 hands to clap. If the service industry continues to pay its staff low salaries, they must also be prepared for some sort of backlash. Give and take. Raise the pay and you get happy people working for you. Happy staff = Good service. Geddit yet? Yet you get all these people writing to the newspapers and whatnots complaining about the general lack of service in Singapore. I'll bet more than half of these people have never worked in the service industry in their lives. Do you think it will be easy to remain smiling and friendly after working a 9 hr shift? Have some empathy people! Service staff are human too! Can you honestly say that you have never treated like your personal slave or made a service staff feel like shit before? It's called karma, what goes around comes around.
Wow! First time I've written such a long entry(1838, go buy 4D!). Probably never going to happen again. Enjoy it while it lasts=)Labels: GWP
Sunday, August 14, 2005
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| :: National Day Extras
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Now that National Day is over and done with, I can reveal my(one and only)souvenir I got on that day. Not supposed to, but hand itchy lar. Can save it for the grandkids, to tell them about the day I met the most influential people(at that time)in Singapore. Of course, this is in the event that someone actually wants to marry and procreate with me.
Anyway, moving on:
Ta Dah!
Hideous photo right? The brown patch is actually where my name and IC no. goes, can't reveal it here lah. What if someone uses my identity to borrow from loansharks? Haha.
Upon closer inspection,
Been trying since forever to figure out what the abbreviations mean. Hmm... Can anyone help?
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
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| :: The Day I Rubbed Shoulders With Goh Chok Tong
:: | | 4:42 AM |
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Remember the day I met Tony Tan? That was nothing. Now imagine being in the same room as Lee Kwan Yew, Goh Chok Tong and Lee Hsien Loong. Wah, breathing the same air as them wor.
Yes, I'm a little starstruck. Compared to them, meeting people like Tay Ping Hui, cousin to the King of Jordan, various ambassadors, etc was nothing, NOTHING. Imagine, you get to see your Ah Gong and Lao Peh face to face leh. Haha. Everybody was in awe of them obviously. Of cousre I didn't get to talk to them lar. Still, they should try to win my vote mah. GE coming le. But their bodyguards are so damn rude. I was so pissed at them yesterday. The function was held for the MPs, NMPs and foreign dignitaries standing buffet style in a room at the old Supreme Court. (Yes, the one shown on TV behind where the VIPs were sitting) Try to imagine 200-300 people squeezed into a room slightly larger than the size of a 5 room flat. It's bound to be a bit tight for space right? Somemore we had to be extra careful cause we are carrying drinks and such. So I was being extra vigilant in trying not to bump into anybody that I walked a little too close to GCT. I didn't notice I was veering into 'restricted' areas, after all, there were many people wearing white shirts and pants in the room. How was I supposed to know that he was standing there? All I cared was not to spill anything on anyone, myself or the floor. Trust me, you do not want to make a fool out of yourself in front of those people.
Anyway, getting off topic here. I was minding my own business when suddenly this guy wearing a earpiece and a hideous polo tee pushed (or nudged me, couldn't really tell since I wasn't expecting to be pushed and all. Hello, they are all civillized people here.) My point is, I was shocked to be pushed(suddenly, I might add.) or touched for that matter. So I was desperately trying to keep my balance(and succeeding of course, all those years of dance lessons on the balance beam really paid off.) when I got pushed a second time. This time, I managed to get too close to LHL. Or so the other guy in with the earpiece and the hideous thinks.
KAOZ. They think I want to assasinate them izit? Please lor, all I did was to probably block their sight of the two VVVIPs. Even so, there's no need to manhandle me like that mah. What if I spilled something on Yong Pung How? (Yes, he was there having dinner with LKY.) Or the ambassador of Nigeria/France/Belgium/Netherlands? Are they going to take responsibility for that? Can tell me to walk in another director gently mah. No need for contact OKAY?
Anyway, I would be out of my mind to try and assasinate anyone. I would never get out of the room alive with all the military police around anyway. What am I supposed to use? The cutlery or the glasses? Siao ar! I need a special pass just to get anywhere near the Padang. It was kinda fun to see(and make fun of) everyone's photos and ages. So funny lor, I never knew Ace had such a obiang haircut (so 70's!), HAHAHA...Can't stop laughing. Or Ravel used to have a guai kia 'do (he's so beng!) and shares almost the exact IC no. as me, in the exact order with 2 different digits.
Really had a good time working cause it was so relaxed. Never had so much fun working there in a long time. Most of the time we just sat at the back(because other areas were restricted.)making fun of each other and telling dirty jokes only the above 18 crowd should hear. Only worked for an hour plus tops AND we had a front row seat(or view if you want to nitpick, we aren't exactly sitting down.)
Oh, yar. Previously I mentioned about worrying about the caveman. Turns out I was proven wrong. He's willing to talk to me but not much. Tsk tsk, what's wrong with me? I remembered once upon a time, all I wanted was for him to leave me alone. Stupid Willie keeps telling me to just stop trying to save face and just tell him that I love him. EW! Just glad that Willie and I are on speaking terms again. Not that I missed all the crap he used to sprout anyway.Labels: GWP
Monday, August 08, 2005
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| :: Return of the Stalker
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Some people just have way too much time on their hands. Seriously, why don't people leave me alone? Do I look like I have time to entertain all their whims and fantasies? Really, the Stalker is getting out of hand. People have been telling me to take more drastic measures to scare him away. Nothing I do seems to work. He just 't stop harassing me. Do I really have to resort to calling the police? Thank God he doesn't know that I've changed my workplace. Can you imagine the chaos he would cause if he did? I'm really getting sick of his attitude. He has the balls to say that I am insulting him when all I did was to tell him to fuck off (my words, not his. You get the idea) and leave me alone. Is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet? Then he says that he has questions unanswered. Questions that I believed I have answered umpteen times 2 months ago. Which part of 'I got sick of your sucky attitude does he not understand? I don't know why he can't get it. The most infuriating thing is that he denies ever threatening me! My whole day really ruined just like that. Imagine going through all those crap and he doesn't even want to admit that he's causing anything makes my blood boil.
Hope tomorrow will be a better day.Labels: BGR, GWP
Sunday, August 07, 2005
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| :: Bittersweet
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Sore all over again. At least it's not as bad as the last time. Last night was pressure man. Tony Tan's son got married at GWP. Everything had to be perfect lar. Lots of things happened. Mainly to me. I somehow managed to get my hand stuck in between the swinging door and the doorframe. So stupid of me right? Worse of all, the F and B director saw it and asked me whether it hurts. What do you think? Of course it hurts like hell lar! You stupid or what? Bodoh! How would he like it if it was his hand who got stuck? So idiotic coming from a person who supposedly oozes of class. Bleargh!
Anyway, the main thing is that I got to see HIM again! Yay! ~dances around happily~ Everything became bearable. Better still, the BITCH wasn't there to interfere so everything was just peachy up to that point.
Then I found out I was working on National Day until 11 plus. I remembered thinking: How the hell am I supposed to wake up for work the next day? Isn't the parade ending around 9? I was happy when I saw N's name because he said he's not sure whether he will be able to make it. Then I saw the caveman's name. Shock washed over me, my world came crashing down. (A bit dramatic right?) Never expected that he would come back lor. I must be a Seer. Lol. Cause of the dream thing not too long ago. Hey, hey I can forsee the future. There's this whole complicated thing between us that I just found out recently. Apparently, he was fired (sort of) because of the whole thing with me. I really didn't want it to turn out this way. Not that I want him to continue with his behaviour, it's just the way he is. I certainly don't want him to get fired because I(or someone) ratted on him. If that's the case, then it would explain the look he gave me on his last day. All I can remember is saying that I didn't want to be in the same function as him. Now he's coming back. Don't know what to do when the day comes. Don't blame him a single bit if it turns out that he hates me. My whole day would be ruined then. ~Haiz~Labels: GWP
Friday, August 05, 2005
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| :: I must have been out of my mind
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Not going to be free to blog tomorrow, so I'm going to do it today. Got a Tony Tan function later.
Nothing much happened actually. Mostly, I just spent the week learning more new stuff about the shipping industry (because one can never learn enough). In between, I caught the flu bug from someone in the office. Obviously, my week was terrible because of that. The office always feels so goddamn cold and my nose keeps running. I felt like I was in Alaska. Worse of all, I have been thinking of the caveman most of this period. ~Shudder~ Why am I thinking about him all of a sudden? Must have been the germs attacking my brain cells.
Working life is so BORING. All my colleagues either talk about work or gossip about each other. They never do anything else. It's not as if I can't join in. Half the time I don't know who they are talking about. One of the cons of working in such a big company, I guess. Bored out of my mind everyday. I need some mental stimulation! And the accounts people are so goondu. Everyday they will come and bother me with countless useless and boring questions. The data is put up there for everybody to see, to save me the trouble of having to answer every Tom, Dick or Harry's stupid questions. Yet they still look for me everytime. Do they have problems understading plain and simple English? I'm there to compile, interpret and publish the info, I'm not a goddamn translator. They all don't have eyes to see is it? ~Haiz~Labels: GWP
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