That’s What Friends Are For

People actually noticed the difference in my hair. not only the colour, but the length as well. So it’s not that minor a change huh? Kekeke…

One colleague said she prefersme with my original colour, because I am fair, so slightly brown hair looks nice. Is it meh? Well, already coloured so don’t think so much. If pretty, any colour also pretty one lah, hor? Hahahaha!

Tomorrow will be a public holiday. I am already in holiday mood. But then, no choice, boss coming back, so have to clear some thngs before boss comes into office. Another thing I worry is when boss sees boss’s room, I scared boss will jump high high. Today another colleague from China came back, saw the room and said ‘Wah, so small ah?’. So you see, not only me, I think many people will agree with me.

Tonight, we are pre-celebrating HP’s birthday. HP is born on Labour Day, but unfortunately, Labour Day is not a PH in her company, so she always has to work on her birthday. Going for late dinner at Sun With Moon, then probably head for drinks somewhere, IF we can overcome the sleepy bugs.

I realised that we are meeting less and less with some people, and even birthdays are not guaranteed a full attendance. Well, maybe some people DO need new friends every now and then, and the old ones become not so important anymore.

What are friends for?

Reminds me of one of my that’s-what-friends-are-for friend. Friends are for:

1) reminding you that eggs are high in cholesterol

2) eating too much meat is not good

3) being there when that friend needs you, even if your heart tells you that you really don’t want to

4) inviting that friend to a party, even when you really don’t feel like it

5) lending a helping hand, even when that person really doesn’t want you to help

Ok, I know I am bad, but I am just being true and honest to myself. I have improved tremendously already. In the past, if I really don’t like a person, my bitterguord-face will become black bitterguord-face. And make everyone around me unhappy. Now, I just ignore whoever I dislike, and make myself merry. No point adding a few more wrinkles to my already wrinkled face, yeah?

I am learning not to be so judgemental now, especially with people whom I don’t really know yet. It’s hard, because I am always quick to judge someone. And it’s hard for me once I formed a bad first impression. But, I am learning, ok?

Oh, Ex-colleagues LT and gang have stopped calling me. Maybe they are angry that I turned down Mr. Y’s date, and their efforts to make another date for us. It’s my fault now that I have lead him on, and gave him false hopes. Oh well, if they really feel that way, I guess these are friends that I do not really need.

Right?

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Lesson 1

I stepped into the office, and was surprised by the number of people waiting to get into the studio. There were around 12 people, I guess all from my class. I think I look most relaxed, because I saw people changing shoes, adjusting their nice clothes, doing dunno what, whilst I just stroll in with my jeans and T-shirt, and shoes.

The previous class over ran abit, so we started late. The instructor was a lady in her 30s, I assume. She is quite bubbly, cracks some silly jokes at times. Makes us feel at ease.

My fellow classmates are mostly in 30s too, I think. A few in their 20s, but mostly my age, or older. One caucasian who looks quite old, a few couples, a few groups of girls, one mum who brought her daughter, and one other girl, who like me, came on her own.

The ratio of guys to girls is 1:2, so when we practised, we had to rotate. We stood like couple, single, couple. The girl without a partner will stand in between the couples, so when we rotate, the girl without a partner will get a partner,and the girl who had a partner will be on her own.

This was the best arrangement, if not for some idiots, who behaved like, well, idiots. Some girls, I don’t understand why, just refused to keep to this arrangement, and somehow, end up 2 singles, couple, couple. One dunno whether she got problem rotating or what, just kept ending up in the wrong position. One just kept wanting to dancethe man’s steps, and also ended up in the wrong position most of the times. This inconvenienced all of us, because when single single happened, some girls will end up not having a partner twice. Just unfair lor.

The mum with the daughter, brought the girl into the class. Why, I don’t know. When we were practising, the little girl just kept making loud noises, which was very distracting. Then she got bored, and started turning somersaults, and kept bumping into us. And the mum did not even try to stop her. So inconsiderate lor.

Other than the above idiots and inconsiderate people, the class was quite fun actually. At least I tried to ignore them, and enjoyed the lesson.

One thing I have to say is, I am glad the guys in this class do not have vert sweaty palms. In fact, I think my palms are rather sweaty ;p. So, I shall not complain about that.

So lesson 1, I learnt how to dance the basic steps, and do a right outward turn. I turned until I got abit giddy, even when I reached the SIFF venue. Had to sit down for a while before I fully regained my sense of balance.

Today, Mini-me gave us some trouble at SIFF. Not us lah, but the ticketing booth. He wanted a change of ticket, because he wanted to sit with his friend, who had not bought a ticket yet. The ticketing booth refused, because he would have to pay extra for the change. And he made a big hoo-ha in public. Calling the ticket sales office, talking loudly, angrily, attracting all the people’s attention. If I were his friend, I would have run far far away. He even dug out history 2 years ago, and said that they allowed him to change FOC then. He demanded that if they did not allow him to change his ticket FOC this time, he wants them to punish the people who allowed him to change FOC 2 years ago. You tell me, siao or not?

Sometimes, I don’t know whether to pity these people, or just ignore them. We all agreed that he probably waits for SIFF every year, and these 2 weeks is probable his happiest days every year. And when there is no SIFF, he probably just sits and tries to remember every single details of the 2 weeks, and memorise them, so he can kick up some fuss whenever he feels something is not right (in his own context) the following year.

Luckt for me, my friends are still quite normal. If I have friends like that, I would have knocked my head against the wall many many times.

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28 April Saturday

I went to colour my hair black today. Told Mr. A and he said ‘Hmm, not common to colour black huh,’. Kekeke.

Actually, i just wanted to trim a little, because my right side is starting to curl. Then the hair stylist started to flip my hair, and she told me ‘Got white hair hor. Wanna colour?’

I always took pride in the fact that I seldom have white hair (touch wood!), so when I heard that, I really panic. Really ar? Got white hair? Where?

And so, I was successfully persuaded to colour it black, with a hint of dark dark blue under the sun. Now, I just worry when my hair grows longer, my natural colour plus black will look ugly. My natural colour is closer to dark dark brown. So, wait and see lah.

After that, I went shopping for shoes. I need shoes with ankle straps for my dance class tomorrow, so I have an excellent excuse to go shopping. Hee. Ended up buying one pair of black heels with ankle straps, and a pair of beige court shoes. I had a Charles & Keith discount card, but when they checked my IC, they claimed that they could not find my particulars. How can that be??? I have been using the card for so many years without any problem, and now they say cannot find my particulars? The girl can still claim that one of the two pairs is already discounted, and she looked at me as though she expected me to accept the fact that she is not going to give me any further discount, because she can’t find my particulars. So I asked her, the price will be less with the card, right? And she had the cheek to nod her head! What nonsense!!! So I raised me voice a little and said that I am very sure that I have their card, and demanded for my discount. A guy, supposedly the manager came by, and I guess told her to just give me what I wanted. But of course! I have every right to get a discount, what.

Am I wrong to make a fuss?

Went to meet Gangster and Director at SIFF venue. Booboo was there too. Gangster, apparently had gone off to ‘run some errands’, but was supposed to be back by 4pm. I reached there at 5.15. So where was Gangster? We started speculating the possibilities. And concluded that Gangster had gone to fetch STT, Gangster’s ‘new interest’ of recent. Kekeke.

All the way to Sengkang just to fetch STT wor. So nice right? When was the last time Gangster went from one end of the island to the other end to fetch someone? Stay near near also maybe not ah… We joked that we probably are not young and beautiful enough for Gangster now. Kekeke.

Booboo went to shop around the area, leaving me with Director. Director said probably gangster needed to ‘replenish’ friends, so that when we are not available to keep Gangster company, there will still be other people around.

Does true friends really need to be replenished?

Don’t want to think right now. Time to watch the vcds VP gave me. Wait he test me on the characters and what happened at what scene, and I don’t know, then I die.

;p

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Why I Migrated To WordPress

is because I needed some privacy.

Bubbles asked me how come nowadays my blog need password one. I can’t help it. I have reached a point where I need to pen down my every thoughts, and some thoughts, I prefer to keep them private. Some thoughts, if I make them public, may scare some people away. So I felt that it would be better if I keep them to myself. So to have the best of both worlds, I migrated to WordPress, which allows a per post password. People can still read my blog, but in times of need, I can keep them personal.

This is called: have my cake and eat it. Which I always do, anyway. Kekeke.

I can’t resist seeing a piece of cake in front  of me, and I can’t eat it. I rather you kill me. How can anyone be able to do that? Why must anyone, anyone at all, turn away a piece of delicious warm chocolate cake? Or cheesecake. Or Tiramisu. Chinese have a saying – 食得是福. Its a blessing to be able to eat.

I totally agree. I remembered when my dad was really sick. He couldn’t eat, not because he was not hungry, but because he couldn’t. Just couldn’t. It hurts if he ate anything. So many a times, he could only watch us eat.

I am not saying you should gorge yourself with anything and everything, of course. Still should eat in moderation. But for goodness sake, don’t say no to good/yummy food. Remember – 食得是福.

I am going for my first Street Salsa class this Sunday, and I am excited about it! What clothes should I wear? What shoes? Will I be able to catch up with the rest of the class? Will I make a fool of myself? Or will I be able to dance like this:

Although I do notice that the girl in red and her partner danced abit funny, but I think, I shouldn’t laugh at people now. Sekali, I dance worse than them…

So yeah, they danced quite well, didn’t they?

;p

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Why I So Pissed Yesterday

What can be worse than being bullied by your own boss?

Being bullied by your boss’s pet. Literally.

She is going on long leave, so asked me to help her with some weekly reports while she is away. So I agreed. I am supposed to start this week, so that I can familiarise myself with the reports.

And guess what I got for being helpful? Lots of sarcasm and backstabbing.

I wasn’t sure how to do it, so I asked. And what I got was ‘Last time you do one what. You don’t know how to do meh?’

True, last time I used to do the report. But the ex-secretary who handed over only taught me to do ONE report. Now I have to do FIVE.

I noticed descrepancies between her report and the ones sent to us. So I asked.

‘TSK! Must check one mah! You mean last time you do, you never check one meh?!’

As I said, last time I was only taught to do this this this, from someone who had a fucked-up face (sorry, but she really got a fucked up face) and attitude. I do check the formulas. Figures, check from where? So I asked.

‘TSK! ROSE, this is not the first time you are doing this you know? I am very busy one leh. I don’t have time to check one by one for you, you know?’

Fine, she is the busiest person in the whole wide world, and everyone else is damn free lor. (FYI, she not only says that to me but the whole wide world) Ok, so I try to figure out myself how to check. And yes, it is not just some figures, but alot of figures. She kept calling me to ask if I was done. 

‘I am very busy here one you know. I don’t have the whole day to wait for you to finish your work you know. And hor, the reports are for the TOP management, so we can’t afford to make any mistakes one hor.’ 

Fark! You want me to check and you don’t want to tell me how where what, and you want it fast.

And the best thing is – she went to complain to boss that I did not check my work. And after complaining to boss, she called the whole world and told them that I did not check my work. Even told another colleague in China that she would train that colleague to do the reports instead. FINE! I lagi happy. Less work for me.

My boss also don’t treat me like that (Never yet, anyway). Not to say if my boss does treat me like that, boss is boss.

She is not even my boss, and she screams at me when I am helping her out?

Blardy farking bitch! Hope you kenna stuck in China forever!

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KNLBCCB!

Hope you stay in China forever don’t come back!

No, not talking about boss, but a KNLBCCB bitch!

But wait, I should not be cursing her mum for things she did. Can anyone tell me what the most venomous curse is?

A-hem, please pardon my crudeness and vulgarity, for once…

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YL Birthday Dinner

Before I start my day working, I shall blog 🙂

Had dinner yesterday with JNC, YL and MT. It was YL’s birthday dinner, and I made her reserve the table at the restaurant for us, again ;p.

After some ‘brainstorming’, JNC and I decided to get her shopping vouchers. I bought it last week, and left them in the office since then. Almost forgot to bring them along with me yesterday. Luckily I remembered them at the last minuite. Then I called JNC and told her ‘Ei, I did not wrap them or do anything fanciful leh. How?’ JNC, as usual, kept her cool and very calmly tole me ‘OK, don’t have to do anything nice lah. Just find a tissue box and stuff it. Then wrap it with newspaper or something. We just tell her we are into recycling.’ -_-”’

So I did. I took out the remaining tissue in my tissue box. Taped the vouchers at the bottem. Covered them with another layer of cardboard. Then stuffed the box with shredded paper. Last, I wrapped the box with some wrapping paper I kept from last year. And off I go.

Over coffee, we gave YL her present. She was quite surprised (I think), because she wasn’t expecting any present. She was guessing and guessing, kept shaking the box, but didn’t get it right. So she opened it. Then she saw the tissue box. Then she saw the shredded paper. Then she started digging. Then she saw the cardboard covering the vouchers, and thought that was it. Then she smart. She started tearing the bottom of the box. Then she saw the vouchers, which are in a card form (like credit card). Then she ‘ei, ei, ei’ and looked at us. Yes, that was it.

I hope she liked the present. Do you like it, YL?

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Mystery Solved

It’s Secretaries’ Week.

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