Many a time, customers embarrass themselves in front of me. After which, I retreat 'backstage' to burst out in smug, evil laughter.

However, today I met a smarty pants.

He claimed I gave him only one ticket when he wanted two. I've to say that this has happened many times. And 100% of the time, the customers simply misplaced it. It's impossible that it's our fault over at the ticketing counter.

So today, I told the guy to check properly, perhaps it was wadded together with his cash. And indeed it was.

But this smarty pants didn't outrightly admit to his false claim. I offered to bring him in without the other ticket and all. Then when he flipped open his wallet, he kinda paused. And then went away, saying, "It's okay, we'll see again," and left my counter.

Immediately, I told my colleague, "What a smart-ass!"

Lose all face already still wanna act cool. Walk off like nothing happened when he wrongly accused me. I was embarrassed for him. With my beady eyes once more, I saw him get pass the usher. I strode out and found his ticket stub - his 'missing' ticket stub.

What a smart-ass trying to save face when all had been lost. I was so smug.

I've been pretty smug these days. It's kinda fun.

You know, fear arises when we do not have control over things (and I got this from watching part of Final Destination 3). But it seems like in my line of work, I'm pretty much in control over most stuff, so I get pretty carried away with the thought of being able to manipulate people. Of course, I'm over-hyping it a little bit. But you know how I like over-hyping things right? If not life would be so boring.

Talking about boring, splatters kinda come across to me as boring already. No doubt that they look good on shoes and clothes, but I've been seeing so much of it on people, it makes me sick. Whatever happened to the exclusivity of it? I'm mildly disgusted that the any-O-how-splattered-with-paint look is ubiquitous. I don't exactly like popular trends. Especially when it's something that I feel closely connected to.

However, I have to say that the new Swatch watch with splattered paint design looks cool. Actually I haven't seen the real deal yet. I only saw the poster boldly splashed on the newly-revamped Swatch gallery in Suntec City. Anyways, it matches my slip-ons 100%. Imagine me with matching shoes and watch!

So I dream of great things all the time, feeling good, feeling great, but I HAVEN"T HEARD FROM TP YET!

The waiting game sucks as much as the guessing game, but it's definitely easier to evade playing the waiting game since I can snap my fingers and divert my attention to something else. So it has been work and work and more work.

So while I work my ass off, I begin to wonder if I'm really interested in going back on Poly campus. Very realistically, this part-time job will get me nowhere, to speak very stereotypically. This happened to by lying around and I saw it: "Choose a job you love and you'll never have to work a day in your life" -Confucius

Definitely true because whenever I go work, I don't feel like I'm working at all. It's like I was born to do what I do. I thoroughly enjoy myself. So school? It's like wading in shallow murky waters. Safe for now, but that drop-off is still out there somewhere. You may just fall off while wading happily. It'll be great to be able to tread water.

I was told that I was really good at dropping hints here and there when confrontation is required. Confrontation is usually uncomfortable. So why say things as they are when we are all smart enough to pick up underlying messages? It's milder and less in-your-face. Gives a calmer effect as well. Otherwise, you may just come across as trying to pick a fight.

However, for dumb people, in-your-face confrontation will be useless. Because they just do not get it.

I'm bored already.

Just wanna let you know that I was here for a moment because I'm really bored out after watching American Idol. And there's nothing that I feel like talking about. I think I'll just go watch my DVDs.

Virgin Mary

Tomato juice, lemon juice, pepper, spice and a hell lot of Tabasco sauce makes the perfect perk-me-up.

I knew I was going to love Virgin Mary, the drink, of course.

I ordered it last night at Rouge Outdoors, where a friend is working.

Spicy and tangy taste. Just what I like. VERY EXCITING. VERY INTERESTING.

But then Hairianto said it tasted like f*** and Yayin was like cringing at her first sip.

I still like it anyhow. It's so me.

Then after that, we went to Lau Pa Sat for supper.

Took a cab home. Encountered a really good cab driver. One that I'll commend for good service.

Good because he knew the customer's demands without us having to tell.

He was driving very hastily yet very safely. That's one good thing because all we wanted was to get home quick. We took around 30 minutes to reach home. And 15 was spent walking. Don't ask why.

The second thing was that he wasn't talkative. We were. He didn't tell us about his kids, family, etc. He didn't comment on petrol prices, coffee prices or terrorism. He just kept his eyes on the road as he sped on towards our homes.

That is good service. Goes without, well, saying anything.

Today, I watched Brokeback Mountain. How interesting to someone who is boring. Therefore it is boring to interesting people like me. I could even memorise part of the script! Goes like this: 'Yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda...'

That was the starting of the movie. When it progressed, it went quite like that: 'YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA YADDA...'

And on and on it went. I never knew the ending to it. It's a romance story like no other.

Then I watched Date Movie.

The slogan on the poster reads: '... story about love. And more crap like that.'

How completely true.

I was laughing my ass off throughout the show. It made me appear hysterical because the many people in the cinema were either snickering to themselves or busy finding back their sense of humour. But I really think that those people don't even have the sense of humour to start off with.

At least the show was full of funny crap. Very me. I can relate very well to that. I have watched most of the movies the writers took a jibe at. The others didn't, so they just sat there, clueless and bored. That's why I looked so much like a crazy-ass jabbed with hysterical laughter convulsing uncontrollably. Whatever. I had so much fun.

So on the way to Suntec, I think I got kinda sunburnt. It was around 1.45 pm. I realised that the sun was casting shadows that fell directly beneath the object. And golly, it was beating down there is no tomorrow.

I felt it was kinda strange that we all had been told that the 12 noon sun casts shadows that fall beneath the objects when in fact, it's the 1 to 2 pm sun that does that.

So I was just wondering, how long have we been deceived by this mislead? Could it be that the Earth, over a period of time, spun an hour ahead?

It'll be so cool if it's true. Imagine the news, the papers, the media. They'll just go bonkers! Then everyone'll be asked to tweak their watches to keep up with the sun's pace.

With that, all schedules go haywire. Then it'll be slight global chaos. Sounds fun, don't you think?

Hmm, of course you don't think it's fun, you boring blogders!

'Blogder' is made-up word from some famous blogger. Means blog readers.

The only reason I use it is because at times I momentarily lose my brains and decide to be stupid and use gives-the-'what the hell?!'-look-on-your-face words.

It's total hell pronouncing it and it visually disturbing. Words should be fluid enough to pronounce comfortably and must look aesthetically appealing in black and white. See what I mean?

I think my mother deserves a Crazy Horse Paris treat because she loves looking at my awesome curves especially when I shower. I'd like to surprise her with a troupe of dancing and slithering women with killer curves. She's sure to love it like hell.

Tell me, will I win hands down or what?! Of course, that's under the pretext of me being a daughter.

"Ma, I got you a Mother's Day treat at Crazy Horse Paris!!!"

The rest is up to your imagination. If any, that is.

Most of the queer things that I encounter happen in the cinema. After all, I spend like half my time there.

So today, I was banished to doing duty at ushering. However, it had been a fun experience, considering the plethora of dumb-asses I had to serve.

Let me just recount one incident regarding a secondary school couple who tried to sneak into another theatre so that they could watch another movie.

A few months back, I wasn't 18(DUH!). But I managed to catch an M18-rated movie. Because I got a ticket for a PG-rated show, but went to the cinema hall that was showing the M18 movie. No, I wasn't caught. I got through the usher point. It was at GV Tampines Mall. I think they should keep their eyes wide open.

Well, being eager youngsters, this two students tried to pull the exact same trick. But I'm really apologetic that they were at Eng Wah Suntec and not GV Somewhere Else. Our cinema halls are located on the same level, facing one another. Compacted. There is no way of sneaking into another cinema.

The two cheeky secondary school kids bought tix for 'I Not Stupid Too' and wanted to watch 'Big Momma's House 2' instead. I mean, who can you blame?

Both movies screen at approximately 3pm. In cinema halls 1 and 2, which are side by side.

Before I admitted the halls, the girl, full of confidence and tenacity, came up to ask me for the hall that screened Big Momma's Hse. Being all nice and goody-licious (this word occurred to me on last fateful Wednesday morning the moment I got outta bed), I said, "Hall 2."

When I admitted the halls, I saw that their tix were for that local flick. Without much thought, it struck me that these two jokers were up to something. Then I felt my sarcasm come on strong.

"Hall 1 just straight ahead," I exclaimed as I flashed my most wonderful smile.

As though they lost their brains, they shamelessly strode into hall 2. All the while, my beady and suspicious eyes were locked on them. They thought I lost my brains when they're the ones who're brainless.

With a heartfelt smirk, I yelled, "Excuse me, that's not hall 1. Hall 1's over here."

Reluctantly, they obeyed me. I felt so smug. Can't help it, can I? I foiled their beautifully but brainlessly planned plot. Aww, so sad... Too bad for them that I'm beautiful AND brainy. It'll take so much more to get ahead of me. I know, I'm a freak-bitch gushing torrents of sarcasm.

And you thought they were gonna give up after that? HELL NO!

Luckily I was smart enough to plaster my eyes on the doors of hall 1. I closed the doors early (usually, cinema hall doors left open before show starts) so that whe the two bozos try to scuttle their way next door, I'll hear them opening the doors like a couple of thieves.

They did as I expected.

I think it was like 10 to 20 minutes after the first encounter. I heard a noise coming from hall 1. I am so nosey! I just have to check things out. I saw that the door to hall 1 was not closed properly. But I coulda bet my life that I had closed it nice and good. Just then, I felt a smirk coming.

With one exaggerated swing of hand, I whipped open the door to hall 1. Guess what I saw?

A couple of schoolkids staring straight at me. Oops! Busted for the second time! I said it would take much more to get ahead of me, right?

But because I'm Mr. Best Customer Service, how could I bear to reprimand them? Plus it's not nice to embarrass people like that. So I asked if they needed help.

Very predictably, the girl said, "Oh, going toilet."

I directed them very politely to the toilet that was outside our cinema premises. You know the best thing? I made eye contact with both of them and smiled really sweetly at them.

As I saw their backs diminish into the distance, I beckoned to my colleagues at the snackbar. Then I had a good evil laugh.

When they came back, I courteously directed them back to hall 1. I made a slight emphasis on 'hall 1'.

I made sure they were in there nice and cosy for the rest of the sucky movie.

The Intriguing Character

Usually, I don't act normal when I meet new people. I also dwindle into a self-absorbed introvert. However, today, I met a guy who left me so intrigued.

I had accompanied a friend to an interview in some dubious location. But it turned out not as dubious as we'd expected. The office was however sparsely furbished. It was bare and I dare say, depressing. Anyways, the intrigueing guy's called Jing Wei (or something like that).

Well-dressed young man. Nicely pressed shirt, modern flat-fronted pants, and a kickass pair of pointy-head faux alligator hide shoes. Plus he was pretty friendly.

When my friend went for the closed door interview, I was chatting with Jing Wei. Very strangely, I told him about my misadventures in SP. Well, he asked me first, anyway. Then suddenly, he asked me, "How old you think I am?"

For the record, I hate to play guessing games. So after a moment of hesitation and choking, I vomited, "21?"

Oh yes, before that, I had told him my age. On the side note, I'd like to think of myself as 18, though technically I'm only 17.

Okay, so after my lousy guess, he said very matter-of-factly with a straight face, "Hmm, that means I'm actually younger than you,"

I gasped right into his flawless face (not fair lah!) and laughed hysterically to myself. Seriously!

Because I really cannot get a grip of reality, I demanded to see his ID. Just then, he said, "You know why I ask you how's SP like? Because I also from SP." With that, he willingly presented his ez-link card.

GOSH! For goodness' sake! He really was my age. I continued to laugh hysterically.

And because I couldn't control myself, I asked, "So where did you get your shoes?"

"Far East Plaza." he said.

At my age, he actually has a career going on. He may be giving up his studies at SP. Whoa! The kinds of people that are actually out there!! I'm so thrilled and intrigued.

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Recently, this issue of service has been a really hot topic and they're having some measures to improve customer service. I think it's overhyped.

Customer service simply defines 'you are what you get'.

Of course, I believe I have good customer service. Don't you read the papers??? Bear with me as I inflate my ego way beyond it's capacity.

Today at work, I was recognized by more people as 'the guy featured in the papers'. A trio of Chinese foreign students agreed unanimously that my customer service was good. I'm so touched.

However, today wasn't one of those happy and enthusiastic attitude day at work because I was still intrigued by the precocious teen I met earlier. So I was largely distracted. Nevertheless, I provided good service.

Some customers deserve to get slapped. Like seriously. But then I have to "keep up my good name and the company's". Just the other time, I was practically railing at a pesky auntie because she was being intrusive and rude. But she was way too barbaric to find that I was virtually at my most discourteous and frustrated state.

What can I say? You are what you really get.

I'm just so happy with myself that I can hug myself to death. Ahh, what an expression.

All right, I shall see you again when I see you again!

I've been missing for some time eh?

It feels funny. I don't know why, but suddenly I lost interest in blogging. I think I'm largely lazy. Lazy to even log on to the Net.

So I've been up to many things for the time that I was missing from the Blogosphere.

The very first and most important thing: DID YOU SEE ME ON THE SUNDAY TIMES' LIFESTYLE SECTION???

Haha!... I know I'm pretty shameless. But anyways, the truth is out. I work at Eng Wah Suntec. I got Best Service. Cool.

But seriously, it was mostly luck. This type of review isn't accurate. It doesn't really reflect the whole picture.

LIKE I CARE!! I saw myself on the paper! That's it! And I got nominated for Best Service! I will continue to work hard.

I told you I loved my job...

Last week, I painted on a pair of slip-ons. Again. I'd like to stress that it's my hobby and it'll not fade into oblivion. Carelessly dished out in jet black and pale gold, my new creation is indeed a head-turner. It'll make any self-respecting fashionista go ga-ga. So all I'm saying is, it's nice.

Well, I didn't think it was that stunning until Hairianto said, "Damn, I wish these were mine," because he got that for a friend instead.

My creations are careless yet deliberate, tacky yet stunning. I like the rugged, unpolished look.

My mother will scream at me if I were to keep all the shoes to myself. So since I can't do it for myself, I do it for other people. It's a nice feeling to make people feel good about themselves when they dress nicely. And what way to dress nicely than to complete your outfit with a pair of shoes that explodes with vibrance and screams subtly for attention?

Sorry, but I don't have photos. BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE A DIGICAM!

Then on Saturday, the day I passed Hairianto the shoes, Hui Yi gave me a couple of pieces of clothes to work on. White short skirt and white tank top.

On Saturday itself, I finished with the skirt. Shamelessly studded on with my precious bling-bling, the skirt is one-of-a-kind. Though some would say, "Eeee, that one copy Levi's one..." Whatever.

There's a fabulous butterfly motif at the right side. It's so fabulous that for the first time, I believe I can draw things as they are in reality.

And you know the best thing? I'm not charging anything. Haha!... I'd like to say that I reserve this free-of-charge service to close friends only. Hell yes I'm gonna earn money from this. Just not so soon. I've much more to learn.

Last Tuesday, I went on a movie marathon of 3 movies. It's like an annual event since last year, because it's like the only time that everyone (means my colleagues) are free to go catch some movies. Duh, I had fun.

I still haven't found dirt cheap slip-on shoes. My friend told me there's a store in Bugis, but they moved to Chinatown. And to Chinatown I went. Then I realised that Chinatown isn't exactly small and organised. Chinatown is very general. So of course, I ended up with sore feet instead. From Outram station, I strangely found my journey ending at Tanjong Pagar station.

ZINC. I hate it. You know that brand that carries sling bags and all? It's everywhere. It's disgusting. Whenever I see mass-produced goods, it gives me the chills. I think mass-produced apparel are gross.

Like the new Samuel & Kevin Camou Bags collection. So ordinary, so boring, so mass-produced. I cannot stand boring things.

That's why I love my job so much. Let's feast our eyes on the photo again.

Today, I'm really bored.

I have absolutely no idea what to do.

I wanted to go shopping, but then I'd probably get scolded for 'wasting money'.

Just the other day, yes, Monday, that is, I was feeling really bored too. So I went to Art Friend at Bras Basah Complex.

It was one of those aimless walking around sessions. I didn't know where it was. I knew it was near the National Library, and the library was near Bugis. So I started at Bugis and walked and walked. No detours, no nothing, and soon I found myself at Bras Basah Complex. When I was in there, I didn't know which level Art Friend was located. So I went up and up and up and there I was! At Art Friend!

I saw many wonderful stuff that intrigued me so much. I found rhinestones! Or in laymen's terms, I found bling-bling! Yay! You can look forward to ultra bling designs from me!

Now, I'm learning to draw.

Nothing's Up

Actually I haven't much stuff to talk about. These few days has been pretty ho-hum, nothing exciting. But at least I'm enjoying myself.

Oh yes, you see my new display pic? Cool, right? I drew it myself, okay...

But truthfully, I merely it traced out from the photo and added in some finishing touches. So cartoony. I like. Especially the bleeding black eyeliner.

Today, I had a really great time working. Very relaxed. Very crazy, 'cos we were just being very drama-mama for a few hours straight. Laughed like nobody's business too. Plus laughing really hard works your abs. The sloth's way out for getting flat tummies.

Actually I don't think I'm slothy, although the general perception will be that I'm a big-time sloth. Well, as I said, general.

I was just thinking, I should get some exercise. But then I just feel like there's no need to, unless I really feel like it. Running for me is rare. Few and far between. I mean, why force myself? I'm not gonna gain anything from making myself unhappy. Feel good, that's the most important thing.

I cannot wait for March to arrive because that is when I'll receive my enrolment results. It shall all be well.

Then I wondered, why didn't I think of applying for NAFA too?

Non-photogenic

To my horror, I discovered that I look damned terrible in photos.

And suddenly I just feel so ugly. So come to think of it, luckily I don't have a digicam. If not I'll be gawking at my ugly photos and feeling so bad for myself.

This freaky discovery came to light when I saw a photo taken on the third day of CNY at Breeks @ Marina Square. We asked the waitress to help us take a group photo. It suddenly looks terrible with me in it.

Anyways, talking about that, I don't believe I have mentioned anything about clumsy service crew at that Breeks restaurant, have I?

It was so funny. One of the waitress has got this SUPER blur look on her face. We were being really mean and poked fun at her. Well, since we know very well that we'll be going to Hell, it won't hurt to poke more fun at people.

Anyways, they started by dropping utensils. Then they dropped cups. Then they spilled water and used a cloth to soak up the mess and forgot all about it. So clumsy. SO FUNNY!

Man, it was so long ago. I forgot some bits of the story already. And I'm going to sleep.

Walls have Ears; So do FROGS

This is my latest paint project. I inserted WordArt in a Powerpoint slide, arranged them nicely, printed it out on tracing paper, sliced out the letters, tada! I got myself a stencil. And stencilled it onto a T-shirt.

I repeat that I DO NOT HAVE A DIGITAL CAMERA!!!

So very pathetically, I draped my T-shirt over the scanner and scanned the graphic in. Haha!... At least it works, right?

Okay, 'Walls have Ears; So do FROGS'.

All I'm trying to say is, when you're bitching about someone behind their backs, you just gotta be extra careful. But to me, walls definitely have ears. So you'd better not bitch about people at all. Definitely nothing to do with frogs. I just felt like putting it in because I'm nicknamed Froggy. Sounds very catchy.

Therefore, do not badmouth me behind my back. Because frogs DO have ears.

Talking about badmouthing, to have someone badmouthing you really isn't that bad, considering the fact that the person don't really know you well. You can comfortably shake it off because seriously, why do you care what strangers who don't know you say? You don't affect their lives, why should you let them affect yours?! But wait, what if the person that badmouths you is your mother?

A moment ago, my mother was badmouthing me to an aunt over the phone. She was far from being discreet. She was bitching about me right under my nose and within hearing range from me. She always does that. And it doesn't improve the relationship at all. In fact, it just irks me so much that I seriously don't wanna associate myself with her. She does that to my brother too. I wonder what she derives from all the bitching and badmouthing.

And it was all because I took my first shower for the day at 9.30 pm.

For that, she slammed many things, muttered to herself, cursed me to death, and muttered some more to herself. She'd really too generous in spreading her negativity. I've said that I cannot care less if she wants to feel bad. So I'm gonna say it again: "I do not care less if she wants to feel bad."

I wanna get out of this dump ASAP!

Thankfully, I'll be working full shifts for both Saturday and Sunday. What can be better than that?! I'm so glad that I'd be outta this hell hole for the whole day. I have things strewn everywhere. And for that I get to feast my ears on mad mutterings from my mother. How delightful!

Well, it's because I live in a small space with minimal storage space. Who can you blame, seriously? Plus it's not like 'we very rich, you know?'.

Thinking about all these makes me so excited for work tomorrow. I haven't been to work for some days now. Right, since Valentine's Day. I mean, f***ing Valentine's Day.

So long, now.

My Dream Home

Channel 5 provides daily coverage of the Torino Winter Olympics.

And I'm the least interested. They cut off all my American sitcoms to air people skating on ice while doing all sorts of things. I am not interested at all!

It's so sad. I have to resort to spending my time online when what I really want is to have a good laugh watching sitcoms!

After the Winter Olympics, Channel 5 is gonna air a GOLF TOURNAMENT!!!

Oh my gosh! Can you believe it?!

I've gotta wait till 12 noon to catch something I like. And that is Debbie Travis' Facelift - a show where Debbie Travis, very talented and cool woman, gives 'facelift' for people's home while the 'victim' is away.

I love looking at nice interiors. Allows my to dream about my future home. Sometimes, I want my home to be a spacious penthouse. Then at times, I thought a small space for myself would do pretty fine.

I want a brick wall at home. Just one piece of brick wall will do. I want it rugged, very industrial, very tacky. Then vandalise it.

It will be such a fun thing to have! Of course, I'll equip my home with spraycans of paints in assorted colours. Then when I feel like it, I just doodle on my brick wall. When I invite people over for get togethers, I'll invite them to leave a mark on my brick wall.

I want to sleep in a tropical rainforest. I was thinking 'jungle' a moment ago, then I figured that will be too 'guerilla warfare'. Not homely, to say the least. So yes, a tropical rainforest for my bedroom.

There's got to be a small flowing stream, trickling water will do. I want a shaded canopy above me. Dark green leaves, lush greenery all around me. Maybe a water bed? Oh yes, I want birds to chirp sweetly and softly. Nice, colourful birds. Not birds like crows or ravens. Very importantly, as much as I'd like the rainforest, those mozzies gotta go. I don't want mosquitoes sucking on me when I sleep.

The bedroom is my sanctuary, where I sleep peacefully, rest beautifully and wake up gracefully.

I will invite friends over to watch DVDs on my state-of-the-art home theatre system. Very ideally, no remote controls, no manual changing of discs. Everything is voice-commanded. Then I'll have an impressive catalogue of DVDs that are ready to be played just by telling my theatre system. Of course there is a plush lounger! Great drinks too. Lightings will dim automatically when the movie starts.

When I'm not using the theatre system, the room is a dancefloor. Because there is a raised platform on which the plush lounger lies. I just move it away. Activate the dancefloor, then the white platform illuminates, with blinking huge globs of light in lime green, hot pink and flaming orange. The disco ball descends from the ceiling. The music is fantastic. I can be either alone of with cool people.

I'd like a sleek, metallic kitchen. Then I can cook good food, have fabulous meals, and not have to manually wash the dishes because now, I have a dishwasher.

Hmmm... Then I'll have a walk-in wardrobe. Very much like a boutique. Then I'll refresh stock every 2 months. Old stock I'll donate to Salvation Army or sell to my friends.

Best of all, I am rich.

Billy Bombers

Last night, I finally dined in at Billy Bombers. I was with Kalis and Hairianto.

Actually the whole idea was to pass my masterpiece to Hairianto, but then I decided to throw in dinner too. So I decided to eat at Billy Bombers.

Spent, well, a bomb on the food, although we ordered a few dishes only.

I ordered a Nachos. It was my first time having nachos outside of the cinema. It costs 10 bucks, okay! Then I loved the taste. Initially, there were minced beef. I cannot eat beef, so great ol' Hairianto asked for them to change. The butch was so nice, got it changed for us. She also came by a few times to top-up our glasses.

I ordered a Pink Pussy Cat, essentially lemonade plus raspberry flavoured soda. When it came, I exclaimed in shock 'cos it was quite a big glass.

Kalis ordered a vanilla milkshake. When it came, I exclaimed in awe again. Because the waiter asked, "Vanilla milkshake?"

Kalis answered, "Yes,"

The waiter took a glass out in one hand, then dramatically poured the milkshake into the glass from a metal drink shaker. He then left the drink shaker to us cos there were still some of the milkshake left inside.

Then the portions were huge. So it's value for money.

I'm hungry again...

Valentine's, my foot!

P.S. Viewer's discretion advised. Keep an open mind and take things with a pinch of salt.

HAPPY BELATED FUCKING VALENTINE'S DAY!

I spent my V day working. It sucked.

So many freaking couples watching movies. Couples with bouquets of flowers. Most of all, DUMB couples!! DISGUSTING!

Makes me wanna puke. BECAUSE I HATE V DAY. Valentine's, my foot!...

My V day started with a flat phone and flat MP3 player. But I fucking forgot to bring the plug to work. Hence, no charging of my tech toys. The whole day without a handphone and music!

What better way to pamper myself than savouring Royce' chocolates? Went to the store, and guess what?! FUCKING LONG QUEUE.

Went down to the store hours later, guess what?! QUEUE STILL FREAKING LONG! Worst of all, GUESS WHAT?!?! The box of chocolates I wanted was FUCKING SOLD OUT!!!
Okay, fine, I get the hint. Thankfully, Ben & Jerry's is only opposite. I asked for 'New York Super Fudge Chunk' flavour. The happy girl from behind the counter told me it was, well, SOLD OUT!!!

Then I went back to my ticketing counter only to have to talk to fucking DUMB couples who don't understand the words that came outta my mouth; DUMB couples who seem to have never watched a movie before; DUMB couples who are at the same time deaf resulting in me having to speak at a thunderous tone; DUMB couples who are unappreciative.

Therefore, fuck V Day.

On A Happier Note

On a happier note, I have applied for TP's Visual Communications. But then I was told that they'll get back to me in 3 to 4 weeks time. That's a really long time. So meanwhile, I shall prepare myself for the course.

And I'm still so loving painting on jeans and shoes. In a few moment, I'll be painting on a new pair of slip-on shoes. This time, I'm doing it for a friend who requested it. I'm gonna start selling them soon.

Yes, and talking about the slip-on shoes, I bought them in Bedok, in a shop run by, well, apparently, munjens and ah bengs. So regarding the customer service, you know lah, not so fantastic. Actually ah, I think can barely pass euu noe..kekez... dey very the beng lorz, den I abit scared 2 tok 2 dem cox i scared like later i offend dem or sumthing... kekez... sum more ar, tis slip-on shoes last one oreadi euu noe, den dey still nid 2 get frm the Tampines branch.. kekez.. the uncle ask mi wait awhile he go take the shoes. den i wait 4 quite long den he come... kekez.. den he suddenly like so friendly euu noe, so i smile smile n left liaoz... kekez.. my story nice horz..

Enrolment Day

Today, I will be going down to Temasek Poly to register for Diploma in Visual Communications. Yes! Like finally. I've waited quite long for this.

To All The Dumb People

Today at work, I was so bloody exasperated with all the dumb movie-goers.

Plus it didn't help that we were under-staffed and overworked. Needless to say, everything started to go haywire. I managed to pull some time out to recharge myself and all was well again.

So back to the dumb movie-goers.

When there's no one at the counter, why the freaking hell would you stand there waiting for something to happen?! The two counters at the snackbar are side by side. One cashier in use, the other on standby. We were standing on the side of the first counter. Very obvious that the other counter was not open for service.

However, dumb people are apparently ignorant to the fact and try to be smart-alecks by queueing at the empty counter. Then they wait for something to happen. At first, we were, well, I was, still pretty polite and told them that there wasn't any queue there. Then, it seemed as though the dumb-asses were increasing exponentially. So I couldn't take it anymore.

Whenever one of these dumbos come along the empty counter with that smug look, I'll raise my hand, speak rather loudly, sound cheerful to say, "Excuse me, the queue is here, there's nobody there," All rather sarcastically.

At least it's the truth. There really isn't anyone to serve you even if you stand there for a decade. Well, I'm glad that it only took my reminder to make these dumbos realise that there's really only one queue.

The cinema halls are not equipped with washrooms. Patrons have to leave the cinema premises to go to the washroom. When the cinema halls close, we 'cordone' off the foyer from the cinema halls. When dumb patrons who need the toilet rush out from the cinema hall, they become bewildered!

They find themselves stranded. The thing that stands between them and the foyer is a connection of cue poles. You know, those kind that's got ribbons that roll out from the top of the cue pole. So these dumb-asses become frantic when all they have to do is manually disconnect the ribbon from the other cue pole. Don't they exercise common sense?!?!

Dumb people drive me insane.

But without dumb people, it wouldn't contrast how smart you are.

The DIY Adventure

The DIY Adventure

You're gonna need paints to start painting. It's simple. Fabric paints are expensive, so use acylics instead. Go Daiso at IMM. Acrylic paints in tubes or squeeze bottles. Then spend a tad more cash on Textile Medium. Available at Art Friend or Spotlight. Mix one part acrylic paint to two parts textile medium or follow instructions on bottle. There you have, fabric paint! After painting, seal colours with fabric sealer. Follow the drying instructions. You can bet your life that the colours will not come off.


Oh look! I've got ketchup and mustard all over the slip-on shoes! Looks so yucky. So I added this dark green to it:

A blur close-up. Sorry, can't help it. But I think you can roughly see the darker splatters. The real life ones look much better. I don't think they're all that photogenic. Now I present you with 'Frog on Lilypad'.

The alignment's a little off-set, but I think it's still pretty all right for a 3-hour artpiece. Rough on the edges, I definitely have that much more room for improvement. There's a plain white design on the front, but then it's damned ugly cos of a slight case of vandalism a while ago. I hadn't planned on the frog, though. It just jumped out from nowhere. Serious!

Once again, I think the real life one looks better.

You know the thing that the sealer does is, well, seal in the colours and all, but eventually, it makes the artwork have a stiff and plasticky feel to it. I don't know how to deal with that. It especially becomes obvious when you take public transport.

SBS buses have this leathery seats. You sit on it, your artwork presses against the seat. After a few stops, you lift your butt of the seat and you feel the artpiece peeling off the surface. The same goes for the MRT seats. If you're vigorous enough, it'll sound like undoing a velcro strap. The surfaces adhere slightly.

Oh yes, on the MRT seats, I couldn't slide my butt out towards the edge of the seat.

That's why I refrain from sitting down on public transport. But when I do sit down, I will be as discreet as possible when getting up. Furthermore, with nice pieces like these, why cover them up by sitting down when you should be standing up so people can marvel at the wondrous sight?

Talk about nice butts...

On Cloud 9

For some unfathomable reason, I feel extremely light-hearted today. Maybe it's love.

Oops!

I mean, maybe it's the weather.

I cannot stop smiling to myself. Perhaps I just enjoy looking at myself in the mirror. I believe I'm very comfortable with the way I look. But then I'm not narcissistic. Narcissism leads to death. I'm not dead yet.

I feel my career taking flight. Haha!... I know, it sounds so ridiculous. But to some extent, it's true. I'm taking on graphic designing. I've just been given my first task. Ahh, it feels so calm. I feel so great.

DIY-ing your own clothes is the hottest thing now. I don't know who the hell started it, but it's definitely the In-est thing right now. The spunky and talented designer from HAUT has been recently featured on a girlie show hosted by a yucky local celeb. I think they've made some media publicity on another programme hosted by Pat Mok and Bryan Wong. The thing is, both shows were aired on Chinese TV channels. The Engish TV channel needs to buck up.

Recently, some angmoh expat (presumably) wrote in to the Straits Times Forum (yes, and suddenly I read the papers) complaining about Channel 5 over-airing sports programmes, especially golf. Personally, I think golf is boring and Channel 5 shouldn't dedicate so much time to golf competitions.

I had planned to post some cool pics up tonight. But then it kinda slipped my mind that I had to get the roll of film developed first. Yes, I'm STILL using those non-digital cameras. So bloody jaded... But I assure you, one day, you just wait and see... ONE DAY...

I've got pretty pictures of my artwork. But it really depends on my sleepyhead meter. Because for tomorrow and Saturday, I'm working midnight shifts. Talking about that, midnight shifts are really fun. I get to stay out late, and not get scolded, and get to earn money too.

Just the other day, I got hit by a wacky brain wave:

During the cavemen era, leg-hair for the caveman is very important. It is not so for the cavegirl. You see, the caveman goes out foraging for food. He walks all over, treading over the most hostile terrain. When it rains, he gets mud and guck all caked up into the nooks and crevice of his feet. At the end of the day, he wants clean feet. This is where the leg-hair comes into play.

By rubbing the soles of his feet on his calf and shin area, he scrubs out all the crap stuck under his feet. Leg-hair is short and curly, usually drier than normal hair, making it rougher. Hence, it is the body's natural scrub. When dense leg-hair exist, they form a mesh of dry and rough material. Good for scrubbing.

If you think I'm talking crap, then how you suppose these came about?:

I'm Back!

I'm back after some time. Hasn't been that long, but it sure has been arduous. You know how tough it is to deny yourself of life's pleasure??? But then I figured that I'd just take a little break. Initially, I was thinking like a month without blogging. Then I realised that one month's just too much for me to handle. I may just lose my sanity. So here I am, back again. Bet I'm sorely missed.

As strange as it sounds, I enjoyed watching "Memoirs of a Geisha". At work, I've encountered Caucasian customers who ask me whether the movie was in English. I had to say 'Yes', despite the overwhelming urge to say 'No'. Because the flick, to be more specific, is in Chinglish (Chinese + English). Don't be stupid. Such a term really exists. And you thought all I can manage is crappy self-created lingo. The show had English dialogue together with English subtitles. Because foreigners don't catch the Chinglish accent.

Okay, the Bad English part just my misconception, 'cos they were like saying how atrocious Zhang Ziyi's (or Ziyi Zhang as known in the West) English was and all. But it really wasn't that atrocious. I liked the show because the plot is simple. Flows really smoothly too. There wasn't many characters to confuse me also. Very idiot-proof, bimbo-proof and easy on the mind.

The best thing about the show was that it has a happy ending. Happy, but not typical. Very beautiful ending. And I actually think the geishas are quite hot. Not that kind of skin deep sizzling hot, but it's those kinda hotness that oozes from within. Haha, never mind that. Let's keep stray thoughts in.

Sayuri, Zhang's character, was a non-conformist. Much to my delight lah! She wanted to live her own life, instead of conforming to the traditional way of life of geishas. In the end, she kinda got what she wanted, although her job still tied her down a little.

Cool show I'd say. It's a little old now, 'cos I just don't have the time to watch movies these days. Today just happened to be one of those free and easy days. Plus I had free tix, so why not? It was better than I'd expected. I initially thought that I would fall asleep through the show. But then I didn't. It'll be such a waste of money on my part.

This morning, I decided to be cheeky and laid out a pair of jeans and started painting on it. Not stunning, but you can't really say that it sucks too. Looks quite all right, despite some alignment mistakes. Otherwise, I think it's pretty neat for a rugged piece of art. There's a frog composed of circles and ovals. Well, looks like one, at least.

The past few days have been work work work and more work. Keep that money flowing steadily. It's a really nice assurance. And of course, I feel great and believe that I look great too! Haha!...

Although I just feel a teeny bit bad because I kinda did something illegal today. Not serious illegal, just illegal enough to get into a bit of trouble. It's those things that you'd benefit by flouting some policies set by certain organizations. But of course, if I keep mum, and the perpetrator does too, who's gonna know? Plus it's kinda insignificant.

Just when I thought I had gotten away with it, I found myself staring into the eyes of authority. I took a moment to mourn my death, then resurrected feeling like someone else. Phew! It had been a close shave. But I think I just wasn't confronted. I believe walls have ears. Eyes, perhaps too. So it shall not repeat. I cannot stand having to feel bad. I'm so law-abiding. Yet non-conformist. So weird right?

A couple of nights ago, I ran a tummyache in the middle of a great sleep. Couldn't stand the pain, so I got up onto the potty. It was in darkness. Then I fell asleep. Just for a moment only, though. So for around ten minutes, I believe I was just drifting in and out of sleep while on the potty! And nothing was coming outta me! That was until I snaked my arm out to flick the light switch on. Gave up sleep to shit. At least I felt better and fell back to sleep easily. Hmm, just thought it was pretty cute for a matter so stinky.

*News Flash!!!*
I just got scolded by my mother for "not using my brain to do things and not sparing a thought for others and not thinking of consequences when I do things and not using my brain to do things and not sparing a thought for others and not thinking of consequences when I do things and..." because I ironed my artwork to heat fix it this morning and now the iron feels cranky on clothes. Oh yes, she also said I should "die, go and die, die, go and die, die, go and die, die, go and die, ..." in Hokkien. After which, she muttered non-stop for a couple of minutes. I confirm she's feeling like shit right now. When she loses her temper on me, I will respond negatively.

I don't play tough. The more she hollers, the more I withdraw. So every single time that she goes blowing her top at me, I just give her the blank look and bounce off to continue what I had been doing. She can feel bad for all she wants. It's not imperative for me to feel bad with her too. I just feel sad for her. Always like that. Nothing changes.

Then I hear all the slamming of things and occasional mad mutterings. Sometimes it gets freaky. But of course, I don't let it get to me.

I was just wondering, does everyone get scolded by their mum because of:
1. spilling liquid food;
2. breaking crockery;
3. applying pimple cream;
4. getting good haricuts;
5. voicing out opinions;
6. having the TV too loud; and
7. difficulty in waking up early in the morning?

This is a strange world with strange people.