today's a wonderful friday.

telemarketing is the most boring and brainless job in the whole wide world, only suitable for people with skin as thick as the bull's, and with an unlimited attention span.

WHY IN THE WORLD DID I FIND THIS FUCKING BORING JOB AND GET MYSELF EMBROILED IN-- BOREDOM?!

who cares about surveys? who cares about getting at least three surveys done per day? i made 70 calls but only one miserable australian did the survey with me.
i have to suffer hunger pangs to wait till lunch time,
i have to hide myself in one corner like i have autism,
and i have to SLANG like an angmoh wannabe when i speak to them.
and i have to use my brain juice to think hard on what the person at the other line is trying to telll me,
and more often than not, i end up "Sorry?" and "Huh?" instead of "I-beg yuur par-darn maize."

thank god i found another job in sales and the boss is willing to take me back.
$6/hr this time but at least time passes MUCH faster.
im pulling Huijuan along with me because she's as bored, and her partner is black.
SHIT. i should have listened to those whom said "telemarketing is the most boring job ever. you sure you wanna do it?"

three more days to go.
I really, really felt like puking.
Fuck goddamn it.

OHMYGOD. do you know you can actually calculate your marriage age!?
Here goes!!

[x] I know how to make a pot ofcoffee..nescafe 3 in 1
[ ] I keep track of dates using acalender.
[ ] I own more than one credit card.
[ ] I know how to change the oil in acar. What's acar?!
[x] I know how to do my own laundry.
[ ] I vote every election.
[ ] I can cook for myself. But getting the house burnt down in the process;)
[ ] I think politics are exciting
[ ] I balance my checkbook.
[ ] My parents have better things to say than my friends.
Total:2

[ ] I show up for school/college/workevery day early. On the dot = early?
[ ] I always carry a pen in mypocket/purse.
[ ] I've never gotten a detention.
[X] I have never smoked a cigarette. Good Girl.
[ ] I have never gotten completelytrashed.
[ ] I have forgotten my own birthday at least once.
[x] I like to take walks by myself
[x] I've watched talk shows.
[x] I know what 'credibility' meanswithout looking it up. Who doesnt?! Oh, you? *tsktsk.
[X] I drink coffee at least once aweek.
Total:5

[x] I know how to do the dishes
[x] I can count 1 to 10 in anotherlanguage.
[ ] When I say I'm going to do something I do it.
[x] My parents trust me.
[ ] I can mow the lawn. I have no lawns to mow WHEE!
[x] I can make adults laugh withoutbeing stupid.
[ ] I remember to water the plants. I have no plants to water WHEE!
[x] I study when I have to.
[ ] I pay attention at school/college.
[ ] I remember to feed my pets. I have no pets to feed WHEE!
Total:5

[x] I can spell 'experience' withoutlooking it up Who cant? Er, you again? *tsktsk.
[ ] I work out on a regular basis.
[x] I clean up my own mess
[ ] The people at Starbucks know me byname.
[ ] My favorite kind of food is takeout.
[ ] I have gained weight sincemiddle/high school.
[ ] The first thing I do when I wake upis get caffeine.
[x] I can go to the store withou tgetting something I don't need.
[ ] I understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[x] I can type quickly.
Total:4

[ ]I have realized that the weatherforecast changes every hour. OHMY! REALLY?!
[ ] My only friends are from my placeof employment.
[ ] I have been to a tupperware party What's that? a party you play with tupperwares?!
[ ] I have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are overthe age of 25 and have a job. Eh not really. look at Xiaxue.
[ ] I have more bills than I can pay.
[ ] All(most) my friends are olderthan I am.
[x] I can say no to staying out all night.
[x] I use the internet every day.
[ ] My wardrobe hasn't changed in awhile.
[ ] I can read a book and actuallyfinish it. HAHA DEFINITELY NO. because, i dont read!
Total:2

total:
therefore, the age i will marry is = 18

?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?WTH!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I hereby acclaim this as therefore inaccurate.

now choose 5 whom have to do this too:
vivian
huijuan
jordan
hanwee
xiuling

HAHEHOHAHEHOHAHEHO!

brought sis down for her haircut some few seven hours ago,
and seven hours later she is still making frequent trips to the mirror to admire her new haircut.
2 years please,
she didnt cut her hair in two years.
finally today she told me to bring her for a haircut.
whoa,
mum's so pleased shes going for a haircut, she immediately shoved two $10 bills into sis' hands. fine, waking up at 9 plus in the morning and dragged down to the salon isnt so fun.
but anyway, i benefited too!
i surreptitously pocketed the change from the hairdresser's.
HE HE HE.

starting work soon next monday,
im glad the hols are here.
i need the moolah to fuel my excessive spending lor.
look at my bank account and the wallet. havent even work and its depleting like mad.
but the job isnt so fun and breezy too,
im tasked to call australia and new zealand for some IT survey shiat,
and the form has so many IT jargon like, IDSL? WLAN? SaaS?
so complicating.
and cannot cheat lor. cannot fill in the forms like as if i really called.
they actually record and audit each and every call made.
-.-
but the commission is orgasmic.
$5 for every 4 surveys done, and $5 extra for every more than 4 surveys done.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

but we were forewarned that it isnt easy making those calls,
especially when australians are really hot tempered people,
and they view call agents as anti christ aka waste of time.
so actually if i can hit one teeny weeny pathetic survey in 1 day i thank god liao.

Haiz.
okay continue later.

when i get my pay,
i will:

set 60% and chuck it into my bank and if i touch a single cent, thou shalt chop off my hands.

take 40% and divide them respectively like shown below:
50% to mum.
10% into the hungry ever since i was fourteen- piggy bank.
20% to a big meal with the boy.
20% to shopping, which i don't think is enough.

:)
i will readjust, see my pay.
going for interview tmr with huijuan:D
godblessus.

last paper to go!

my room is in such a tidy mess.

MET THE BOY! went to tiong bahru plaza for a short walk before heading home.

his 2nd bro came today, and he's very friendly! at least he smiles and talks to me unlike the biggest bro.
and i love that ralph lauren bag his dasao gave me! actually, she's quite nice. HAHAHA.
some pictures taken!

OOH HEH HEH.


While waiting outside the toilet for his friend to finish his business.


I said: You better take the slimmest angle of me hor.

He said: Take a nice one hor.

:D
5 more kg to go,
30 more kg to go.

YAY.

no, i so don't look like barney in purple jeans.
mum and sis say its Fugly.
baby says it looks fine.
i tried explaining to mum that its because she seldom goes down to town so she doesnt know how the people nowadays dress.
no use.
she went on to say how auntie i look, and that she saw old people wearing purple bottoms before.

an innocent daughter whom tries to retort: BUT MUM IM WEARING SKINNIES!
a determined mother: skinny? skinny? skinny so? so old fashion.
an innocent daugher getting irritated: mum, pronounce skinny-s. not skinny, can?
an even more determined mother: up to you, auntie.

from my collection of granny cardigans to my vintage sling bag to my big retro earrings. all kena her. and so she yakked on.. and on... and on... and on...

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

PTH-last paper to go.
yes like what nanny mentioned,
its 25 chapters,
of bullshit.
fuggggggg the lady in gold satin bottom with revealing g-string.
:/

AND A BELATED 17TH BIRTHDAY TO JOHN.

woke up so early this morning,
because of a silly prank caller.

".....tian......caught fighting......"

the dots are there because i totally couldnt catch what the malay guy was trying to say. and the number is from a residential number, which means it has a 6 in front. means it should be real right? he couldnt have gotten access to any land line in PA what. got me so worried like an anxious ant, i called baby's friend whom was from PA.

"EH SIAO LIAO. he kena caught fighting. tio confinement huh?"

YA RIGHT.
later this number called again and baby was on the other line.

scared the shit out of me pls. do duty then do duty lah, why must prank call me. woke me up at 8 plus in the morning when i should have slept till 11 plus.
GRRR.

going down for interview later.
and the rest are getting jobs that are like much better paying!
$7-$8/hr.
humph.
but f&b? ERRRR.
im afraid i will spill water on a guest then he complain about me.
sales line's so much safer. no liquids to deal with.
HAHEHAHEHOHAHEHEHO.

purple skinnies rock my world.

i finally cleared and edited my links. although only two people were involved (yes you vivian and hanwee), but its so troublesome i actually evaded from doing it ever since i started to blog.
anyway, econs' tmr. god bless me please.
and im so damn broke. i cant help but harp on it.
and i really need to work to get the $$$.

no one gets by without any goals. i shall make my own. when i check back in 5 weeks time i hope im at least halfway through. hahahahaha.

during the hols, i shall:
eat lesser and work my ass off.
catch up on sickening stats.
get a real good tan (not at the beach though =X)
run at least 3km every morning.
meet up with at least 4 old time favourite friends (excluding my current clique)
learn how to put makeup (YA. I WILL HAMMER YOU IF YOU LAUGH)

by the end of hols, i shall :
emerge at least 2 kg lighter.
buy my long waited red jeans green shorts and tees, total sum not exceeding SGD200.
also emerge at least 800$ richer.

YAY. i will add more if i think of more :D

right, 1 paper down,
2 more to go.
i have, 6 kg more to go.
he has, 30 kg more to go.

HA.HA.HA.
its stressful losing weight. more stressful than figuring econs.
i ate laxatives. digestive biscuits. drank lots of water. i heard getting stomach flu and landing in hospitals can get 5kg off your weight.
i figured out what to do next, till mum told me to get a life, and exercise.
yeah, exercise.
oh wait till i go for my interview, get a job, work for a month, receive my pay, and get a brand new pair of cross trainers from nike.
:D
by then..

i have, (*insert astronomical figure here*) kg more to go.

SIGH.
6kg's really THAT hard to lose. when i was 65kg, i detested the number 6. and now although im 10kg ligher, i detest the number 5.
:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

and so its sunday again,

he goes back into camp.
tomorrow is accounting paper.
god bless me. please.
shall sleep my ass off when i come home on monday night.
and study econs on tues and wed.
after econs its finally PTH. i havent even started collating the notes, im still thinking if i should print the notes out since its already the end i ever study this module again.

and i saw the teenage mag with our faces on it.
like. damn.
the photographer took what? 3, 4 shots?
and why did he damn chose that fugly picture where i look like a duck.
argh. dad told me to buy the magazine as a memory but i was so devastated i shook my head.
anyway,
my phone cannot transfer photos into comp, and i don't know why.
it mus be pms-ing on me again.
so i cant transfer the pics ive taken the past few days.



only one for the lonely weekdays upcoming.

my left ball is bigger than my right.
ack, i bet huijuan knows it.
haha
*GIGGLES.


vivan you so dont look swollen can. lol!
justina is so gonna be more upset because that day isnt her picture perfect day wahahaha.
and the picture is splashed on the centre of the page?
wow.
and to huijuan.
dont think ur neh big can haolian hor.
:P

who am i lying to anyway?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

suddenly i miss my secondary and jc life. and friends.
jiangbin. boon. huili. felicia.
i have been too caught up in my life doing nothing i forgot about them.
maybe they forgot about me too.
i don't know.

i miss the times we went macs at payalebar after school.
the used-to-be 25cents vanilla cone,
the combo-1 from long john's,
the fish fillet meal and do-you-have-any-discount-coupons with you talks,
the bubble tea from parkway parade,
the honey milk tea with extra pearl,
the i-still-think-apple-iceblended-from-each-a-cup-is-the-best conversations,
the avoid-the-bakchormee-store-at-ny-during-breaks-and-eat-oiishi-instead,
and the oh-shit-its-tuesday-and-im-ponning-touchrugby thoughts.

ive been through so much,
i met so many people,
i ate so much shit.

i did things i never thought i would be doing.
i donated blood even though im afraid and when i saw huili convulsed and her lips turn purple i thought she was going to die. i went through tortorous h2 chem and maths lessons. the two teachers whom blackmarked me. one calls me "joint" the other calls me all the time during chem lessons and imitates the way i say "i don't know.".
i saw the ugliest people that could ever survive on earth.
and that includes the nyjc librarian from hell.

but till today
im still here.
i achieved nuts.
i can picture myself telling my grandchildren that in my whole life, my achievement was to win the secondary 1 higher chinese compo writing.
and i can imagine them gawk, then ask,
"ah ma, thats all?"

shit.

rush hour 3 is so funny! :D
i love watching action movies with eye candy.

waited for him and his friend to come town, for nearly 4 hours(!).
went wisma and taka, bought a new formal shirt for only 23$, and its from G2000!
HAHAHA. im too broke to buy anything else, window shopped the usual shops.
bah.
it sucks to be poor. didnt go far east because it was quite far and i thought he's coming by already, but no, actually i would still have time to go far east and walk a few rounds. but well, no point too, since i don't have the moolahs.

anyway;
heard this taiwan woman complaining about singaporeans whom don't move their butts to the left side of the escalator when moving up or down. her friend asked why singaporeans need to move left, and she said its because we follow the americans, because it appears that in her country, they were supposed to stand right.

Oh.I.See.
just as i was lauding myself for gaining an extra piece of general knwldge through unethical eavesdropping, she said, "but well, singaporeans cant be bothered anyway. damn fed-up."

Hm?

I turned to look at her and she looked away.
shiat.
i mean its quite true anyway. i have been stopped by some inconsiderate people when im rushing for trains or rushing to get home before the curfew. but its the first time i heard a foreigner criticising singaporeans in singapore, in a public place and quite loudly.
lucky me no ah lian else i will rip off her skin and suck off her blood.
and yesterday was even national day. LOL.

boyfriend is a rich boy.

some weird girl added me to friendster. she looks familiar but i don't recall seeing her before. searched my memory database but no, i can't match her face to anyone ive rmbred seeing for the past few years. looked through her profile but she has no matching schools with mine. hmm? weird people always set me thinking.

anyway, met up with xiuling yesterday. talked alot, esp about this freerider in her group. like what nanny said before, she's thankful there's no freeriders in our class. yes, of course. :) freeriders are hard to handle!
talked a lot, about our classes and such. there's so much differences in our classes, im starting to feel envious of her. often, during our conversation, i shut off and struggled to think of good things about my clique and my class to console myself, but somehow i just fail terribly, and it isnt long before i start telling her how lucky she is to be in a great class with great friends, only one blacksheep or two.

perhaps tourism isnt sucha great course to be in.
if i have gotten into a course like biz admin, i would probably be with jerlyn. she often tells me stories about her class too, but they are kind of boring as well.

hell i always end up in wrong schools and wrong classes.
short periods of time are the funnest but they end so quickly. like during first three mths in tpjc. i miss our seven flowers a hell lot, i miss ponning lessons, eating ya kun toast at white sands, and i miss studying with them at the library.

i dont mind suffering in the first part of my life with wrong schools and wrong people, but just give me a sweeter later part of my life with right employers and right working places, and that's just all i ask for.

:)

i'm going tp to study! and wait for xiuling to end school bfr we head down to bugis,
its been long ever since i met her up. keep pangsehing me lah, see. >:(
haiyah.
i need to study instead of slacking.
i must finish tutorial 8, 9, 10 and error correction today.
i must read finish Govt and its policies.
i must hhokays. even though i think i cannot.
off to bathe and to tp!

HA HA HA. Girls Out Loud's so freaking funny i laughed till my stomach hurts.
but i was surprised to hear xiaxue's deep-and-not-so-feminine voice. i expected her to have a sweet tinglish voice without any singapore accent since she writes well in her blog.
but well..
and whoa, rosalyn is hot :) i dig her star tattoo :D

Anyway, went shopping with the boy at bugis today. bought him berms. wanted to look for cap to fit his botak head, but cant find a situable one =X
AND I SAW SO MANY COLOURED SKINNIES!
ther's a shop selling at 30$ ! Like, CHEAP!
but i dont know which colour.
purple or red or pink or yellow or green?
he says purple or green.
i tried the purple one, and its pretty. but i like red.
someone in dtrm's wearing red.
yellow is cute.
but my legs are fat so i need dark deep tones.
pink is bimbotic so its out.
and that left purple and green, the same two choices he singled out for me :)

argh i don't know. probably i go again on monday to check it out :D

and, a miracle.
I WALKED LIKE A PERFECT HUMAN TODAY WITHOUT ANY SIGNS OF LIMPING.
and when i thought about my injured left ankle only when he pulled me as he walked damn fast down the stairs. i complained my ankle's painful, but he said "dont bluff la, you're not limping what."

heh, so true.
it feels perfect to walk normally.
i love that feeling :D

i think i should be more discreet when talking to boyfriend especially when conveying something i don't like about his friend, because it really got me embarrassed yesterday.
it went like this:
we met his squadmates for dinner, and one of his friend brought along his girlfriend. so i whispered to bf, "eh, the girl beside me, your friend's gf, quite pretty hor." then he said, "not bad lah."

and after dinner was eaten, her bf took out a ciggie and started lighting it up. after which he passed the cig box to his gf. and i was looking at them all this while from the corner of my eyes. and even though i barely knew the girl, like, i didnt even know her name and age, but i was thinking, "no. no. no. don't ever open the box and take out a cig to smoke. no, no, NO!" i even convinced myself that, hell, she wouldnt take out a ciggie for her bf what.
her bf is already smoking right now. she doesnt need to smoke right?
like, she's so pretty, why does she need to smoke? it completely destroys everything!

but in a spilt sec, she was lighting up the cig in her hands.
HA. HA. HA.

i turn to boyfriend, and whispered into his ears, "i barely said she's pretty and whalaueh, she smokes?!" to which he replied, "aiyah, don't care la." and started shaking his head. i know he's turned off too.
then came the part.
hes friend said, "tian, your girlfriend mind us smoke issit?"
he didnt reply, but i turned and smiled and said," NO, NO.. its fine with me."
Yeah, who cares anyway. they are polluting me and bf's lungs, but no, no, it doesnt matter aye? passive smokers are twice as likely to die, but it doesnt bother them so long as the smoke doesnt get blown into our noses.

ARGH. enough of smokers.
I meet them everyday when i go to school.
We, in fact. got to stop breathing for eh, 1 minute? when we make our way up to SB.

Come to think of it, although 70% of the boy's friends smokes, he doesnt.
okay, make that 80%.
that made me conclude,
im helluva proud of the boy! :)

lessons were boring today! but im glad we managed to pass them all:)
nothing much to blog about,
except..
my left ankle's killing me i wish i can just break it once and for all.

BUT WAIT.

if i break it,
i wouldnt be able to do anything for the rest of my life.
that includes walking, running after the bus or train, catching up with people in front of me, getting in time for econs tutorial, neither would i be able to join the amazing race or captain's ball match.

I WANT A WORKING LEFT ANKLE!
i will trade all the sweets and chocolates and tidbits and junkfood in the world for it, so please, return my ankle to me, to me!
:(

some pictures taken during the day!

relax la, later you choke on your $1 ice cream. so not worth it.


this is her 13324259506th pose (but first successful one) for the camera for the day.


She's always gibberish, but cute :)
(we all know its so not true luh)

thats all !:D:D

your wonderwoman(:

eighteen; 09th oct 1989
bvps cchms nyjc
CSCC , StudentMentorAndRelationsTeam.
SP tourism && resort mgmt [DTRMFT1A/04]

she's missing you, right this very moment.