Hello. This is a partially (mostly?) friends-locked blog. =)

I am usually not too particular about adding friends if you leave a comment on one of the public posts.

thank you. n_n
 

Melo, sweetheart, the fourth chapter of Olympos is out~~~~

and Doll Star has been completed. Though I'm the only one on my flist following it. <333 a pity these great series are so short!

I like working~ ...sometimes.

Now we have to share information.

T___T I was obviously apprehensive. I didn't immediately answer 'okay' like everyone else.

a stroke of luck I happened to chance on some -wrongdoing- to complain about (which is basically what 'sharing information' is. Childish, in my opinion. But your opinion doens't matter so long as you work in the service industry.)

there were too many customers shopping today. Too few people! After dinner we (Kirere and I) totally didn't display anything. Just returned goods, for 3 solid hours and did cashier counting. So much for 27 cages.

I fell down the mrt stairs, but immediately scrambled back up to catch the train. Luckily I didn't make everyone miss it (because everyone turns around to wait for you if you do something stupid like fall down.)

it hurt.

I want to buy a lot of stuff from Daiso before it sells out!! But I *never* make it in time. *sulks*
 

I don't know for the life of me what information I'll share tomorrow. Hopefully some other employee will inconvenience me again sufficiently for me to share it. =))


 

too many people yesterday. Some people say thanks for your help, and some people give you pissed faces. =) Get used to it. Although why they should expect stellar service when we don't charge them ten percent service charge... and if you think about it, our job isn't even the kind where we stand around wiating for someone to ask us something. We actually have other stuff to do.

a lady got her bag stolen. She put it on the floor for a second and went somewhere else. When she got back it was gone. DUH. I don't know what delusion she had - cctv cameras will never help her get her bag back. I know, to my cost. =/ My handphone was stolen from right in front of me. What more a bag she left unattended, even if only, as she thinks, 'for a while'? And then she went on about how no one would help her (it was a misunderstanding. I asked her if she asked someone else for help, and she said yes, the people who went into the room. So I thought okay, they'll settle it. It might have been my mistake because on hindsight they must have been preparing the float cash and are not allowed to talk to anyone during that time.) in the end she asked to see our manager, and then she was like, if you had just gone through the cctv cameras, and get the police to help me I'd get my stuff back.

seriously? Once it's stolen you've lost it. End of story. If you report it to the police, it's just to give them data to help them in the future (and it's probably useless anyway because it's not like they'll patrol the area.) The only safe way to do things is the carry your bag always in your front like I do, and when you eat, don't put your belongings on another chair, keep them on your lap.

cctv cameras are really just to give you a false sense of security. The only thing that will keep you safe is yourself.
constant vigilance! Yudan sezu ni ikou!

 

Fatal Frame. <3
 

And very little happened today.

If you understand what I say, you understand everything there is to me.


Today on the train, tears came to my eyes from *no reason* whatsoever. Then I realised I was listening to Chou. o.O

Horrible, horrible, customers.

HORRIBLE.

Die in a fire.

Gosh, there was this customer who expected us to serve them on our LUNCH BREAK. Hello. We punched out the card. We're not working during that time. Wth are you asking us???? T_____T Can't you see we're not in uniform? So you know we work here, doesn't mean you can interupt my dinner!!!! I only have fifty-five minutes! Unpaid!

And others who.. are just too... -.- to mention.

Gah! I hate, hate them all. *especially* those with snark. And sarcasm. God, just because I work there doesn't mean I magically know of the existence of every item in the store (we turned out not to have the item, which was a brush for the vacuum cleaner, whut?)

And I can't be sarcastic back, because I'm working. Damn you all.

And the black hairband I wanted to buy sold out. Stupid customers. T__T

I'm going to try and sew a skirt tomorrow. I'll buy the fabric from Daiso, because I feel weird asking for only 1 yard if I buy from chinatown. lol.

My brother is essentially fine, but doctors play safe and want him to remain one more day. More money gone. There's nothing wrong with him. He just has a headache, cough, you know... all the symptoms I have right now, except apparently his is more serious. -.- once he's in the hospital, my parents really couldn't care if I'm unwell.

I went to see him again, but not tomorrow, since I *need* my shopping fix. I spend too much money. *sigh*

 

If I can manage my stuff in time (send my enrolment forms! Poly enrolment process is a pain. A big fat pain.)I'll go to see him again today.

The president of Daiso is coming over today, I think. Together with the founder of Daiso. !

Oh yeah, this is for Melo, since I can't grab her at all online. =/ I thought like mentioning I'm changing 'Hiroyuki' to 'Hirotake'. Because the former is too feminine.

No time to read all the manga!

And the doctors at SGH.

-.-
They're basically putting up a show for us because they don't know what's wrong with him. They took an xray of his stomach yesterday. Whut? The stomach, as far as I know, is a muscle. You don't take xrays of muscles, because you don't get anything! Xrays are for *bones*

-.-

That's partly the reasoning behind my pursuing medical stuff. So I will know about doctors and they'll never be able to cheat me. >.< We are too vulnerable without knowledge. Knowledge is a power we *must* have.

Let's hope everything comes okay.

didImentionI'mgoingtomaketrufflesto-day?

Oh wait. I *was* going to make truffles today.

Hm. 

 
Omg. =/ Yesterday I bought clothes from Bega. "cause it was at that nice open space next to the Coffee Bean where I was teaching Sandra to knit.
And someclotheslookedreallynice.

And they were at like, Bugis Street prices! (10-15 dollars)

so I succumbed to temptation and bought three shirts.

After I got home I tore off the discount tags, and realised that the original prices were crazy.

Wayyyy crazy. o.O The kind of price I'd pay for a dress, maybe, but never a top.
By this I mean 36-39 dollars.

o.OOO  That's more than the most expensive dress I own. =/ My cheapest dress is 15 dollars, and the most expensive one is around thirty.

So I basically paid 10 dollars for a 39 dollar shirt. 15 for a 39 dollar blouse. And 15 for a 36 dollar shirt plus deco.

andIdidn'trealiseittillIgothome.

o.OOOOOOO I wanted to buy more clothes but I was afraid I was spending too much at one go (though there were some painfully nice blouses. But I didn't choose them because they were 19 dollars, four dollars more than my usual budget. Yes, my budget per piece is 15 dollars.)

Sandra bought a dress for 33 dollars. =/ Original price was 60+
I think. Or was it 80?

We should go to sales more often. =DDD

And then we went to NTUC where I showed off my 'auntie' spirit by taking the juice at the back of the shelf instead of the front just because the expiry was 2nd april instead of 30 march. T___T I'm too auntie. T____T I'm too old!

Paid by nets. Gosh. Paying by nets is scary. I don't feel the heartpain even when I spend more than a hundred dollars. Maybe I shouldn't have a nets card. I'll never get a credit card. DD:

bought the instant cake mix. Because Sandra said it was good. And I wanted to see how much easier it is using an instant mix rather than doing everything from scratch like I usually do.

I'm still shocked by how much the tops cost originally. Like, who would pay that kind of money? (But apparently they do, because I see loads of aunties shop at Bega when it's *not* on sale.) the colours Bega has can get really garish. =/ Which is probably why I zoomed in on the monotone grey and blacks.

What I really want is plain, long sleeved, black clothing. I could wear no other colour but black every day of my life and be contented.

But my mum still doesn't let me wear black.

curses! =DDD

And then my grandmother accused him of blasphemy. Because he said that catholics have killed people before. (So true.)

Of course, you can see from this that she hasn't ever read the Bible. All those times when God purportedly brought the people to victory in wars...

To win that war, they had to kill so many people. Albeit it was the 'enemy', but you know what? I'm not from Israel. We the chinese would probably be the 'enemy' in those times too. It was so stupid. They saw the good, fertile land, and they said God promised them to land, so they killed the people that were living in that land to take it.

 How could that possibly be right?

My father told my grandmother that humans have no right or wrong. No one is right, and no one is wrong. But I think differently. I think humans are never right. We are only wrong. The only difference between our actions is how much more wrong it can get. But everything we do is selfish and wrong, wrong, wrong. If we thought every action through to the long term, even donating to charity could have harmful effects.

But we just don't think these things through, do we?

*kills songwriter*

He probably wrote this reading some emo story and thought hm, let's write an emo song about how I'm the only one who ever loses, I'm the only one who's ever been mistreated in this damn beautiful fairytale world.

And then after he finished writing it, he rode off in his Ferrari to some club to party the night away boozing. And woke up the next morning with some hot chick in bed.


insincere brats.

die in a fire, die in a fire, die in a fire.

And then let all your money go to charity.