Sunday, May 27, 20073:26 AM

I'm the worse sis alive!!!

Just kill me already...

Today's a damn bad day. Freaking bad... Or rather, it's gonna end bad...
I went to iHub to check out my new work place. It's a very beautiful Sunday, as R.C Elmo would say, so the place looks pretty cool. Can you believe how near it is to home? Damn, I can save abit on transport fees now. Whee~~ And that's just the outside. Kinda peaceful, with palm trees swaying, a little like resort feel, cos it's an old building and stuff... Then when I entered, I was like..."Ooooooo" , cos, there was uber funky red couches in the middle of the place. Ok ok, I know it's typical reception to have waiting areas and stuff (remember my 1st FYP proj...?) but.. somehow, I was awed by the design... I cant really describe right now. But.. the canteen is... small. No matter, Jurong East Central is nearby. Uwhahahaha. The entrance to the office is abit dim, looks like something out of a spooky office movie (arg, think too much now ), but I haven't seen the inside. Maybe it's cosy. Haha, haven't really been to an office before (cept Dad's... ).

Anyway, after that, we went to makan at Queensway. Nice and spicy wonton mee =) Then, me and mom went to Great World City (boring place with furnitures and branded clothes). Since there's the GSS going on now, I went and bought a frilly blouse (whee!). But whatever. Fast forward to taking train home from Cityhall. My nightmare (and ultimate hatred for banglas) begins.

It was a typical crowded (shopping) day, so the train was packed with the typical aunties, tourists, maids etc. And banglas. The thing is, I didnt expect an idiot (bangla) to jump and squeeze into this narrow space beside me, and start grabbing the handrail and twisting about like a retarded(normal but pain in the ass) kid. So, I stepped away, and pretended I didn't notice. Did I mention how slimy and perverted he looked? Ok, most banglas looked like that, but it's that twisted smile I feared. And he continues twisting. By then, the train had cleared abit, but sadly, no seat for me... That stupid bangla STILL CONTINUED TWISTING! AND STARING AT ME!! WITH THAT CREEPY LOOK!! Arg, I dont owe you money, stop staring freak-face. So I moved even further, to the point it looks stupid clinging on to the handgrip. So I let go and did balancing act throughout the ride. And then, that moron grabbed the hand grip I released, and twisted even more violently. CREEPY F-TARD!!! He was moving to the point that his hand almost brushed my shoulder. I can't move anymore!!! Crap. Then halfway through, I saw Jacketman (yes the one that switched to JC after Yr2). My day just got worse. Damn. And the retard (bangla, nt Jacketman) continued twisting that some guys moved away from him too. Totally sick. Then when he alighted, he said "Excuse me" (oh my, he speaks English... he has a brain afterall ="=) and PUSHED PAST ME!!! I swear his hand brushed my back delibrately. Why? COS THERE IS A HUGE PATHWAY FOR HIM TO WALK!! why the fuck must he squeeze behind me!?!?!? Total fuck. Then I told my mom. She was like, glaring at that f-tard throughout the trip (sorry mom, you should have screamed. My back dont have eyes) She was saying that f-tard was leering at another girl behind me after I glared at him. ZZZ. Thank goodness I wont be taking a train or another public transport for 3 months.

Then my mom was like, let's pick Jun back from camp. Oh sure, why not, close to 4.30pm anyway. But, as typical NCC (or any other lame rara CCA as such), they ended late. 1 hour late. zzz crap. I was aching from my knees down, and wanted to bathe to get rid of that bangla's filth. And here I was, watching some lao sissy doing cheer. Crap. I was damn pissed off at the entire lame organisation of the NCC, that I inevidently got pissed off at my bro for joining such a crap bootlick-your-way-up CCA. And get this: the lao sissy was 49, looks like 17, talks like 12 (pre-puberty voice) and goes for FACIAL!!! Not that I have anything against guys going for facials.. But this is ridiculous. A CO going for facial. LMAO

Anyway, my bro had the COOLEST MARCH EVER!!! Cept, I was too pissed off to tell him that. Then is like, the other best cadets bla bla shit marched like sissies (flailing arms... inaudible marching and salute...the worse marching symptoms ever). So naturally, I expected my bro to get Best overall cadet or something. But noooooooooooo, it's Best Enthu Cadet. To me, it read like 'Best Extra' or something. ZZZ Retards!! Do you know how much Jun practice for this day? ZZZ he's like Guard of Honor level already. That lao sissy prolly wants someone to accompany him to his facials. And the ceert looks like shit. For 10 people might as well hire a pro to print a decent one? This one looked like it was done in Paint and hastily printed on crappy yellow paper and laminated so people wouldn't notice. So cheapo. So I told my bro "This is like the most uselss cert". And he yelled at me " You know how much I worked for it?" Ok, in the end, he apologised (I should be the one doing that... *sob*), and the real cert he wanted was Best overall cadet or best cadet in platoon (see, my bro aims high). Cept, though the best overall cadet deserves his cert, the best cadet in platoon bootlicked his way through. Bah. crappy.

This day can get worse for all I want. I mean, what can happen? I'm safe at home. Just hope from tomorrow onwards, nothing bad happens to me, my family, or my friends.

Need a cake... *sob*

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