Last Day at Work!

Woot! Finally, the last day at work. Feeling happy that I have finally completed yet another job and heading towards my 7th in the holidays. Yet and yet, I'm feeling sad at the same time that this will most likely be the last time that I'm ever gonna meet some nice dudes I have come across at Robinsons.

What I have been facing at work for the past 10 days:

A shelf of clothes -

A bin of clothes -

MORE clothes -

Still, it's better than that job which I have to face a buncha aunties and uncles. The youngest employee there, excluding me, was a 38 years old man.

I have to admit, the work environment is so far the most enjoyable after Yoshinoya and Forketta or even that Data Entry job which allowed me to meet a few hot single male pan-asians. No, I'm not trying to say that this workplace has got more hot guys to know. In fact, I would say that there arre NO hot guys there at all.

Sylvester Choo(fucker):

As Shawn said, he doesn't even have a pleasant looking face.

Gabriel Hong:

Calvin:

Jin Yang:

Sebestian:

Jamond Yeo:

SKWs:

From left to right, Izzat, Fahan, Shawn, Xi Ming, Jin Yang.

If you beg to differ that there are actually hot guys here, then go ahead and email me. I'm most willing to supply any of their numbers(except for Shawn) as a compliment to you.

I haven't notice a thing strange till today. Guess what? I haven't made any female friends at work! Except for Fang and Sya who were initially my friends to start with.

Jamond, me, Sya:

Nonetheless, I still enjoyed my days at Robinsons. It's fun, really. But I think I owe them to the people around me, without them, this job wouldn't be fun at all.

Thanks Ron, Ian and Hardy for not scolding me for whatever mistake(s) I've made , if there was any in the first place.

Thanks Gabriel for talking cock with me to kill time. And remember, talking cock is talking cock. It's very different from talking about cock!

Thanks Jin Yang for stopping by very often to entertain me and getting me into the soup.

Thanks Sebestian for stopping by occasionally to chat with me and help me fold clothes.

Thanks Calvin for having lunch with me at times.

Thanks Shawn for showing me so much concern and having lunch/dinner with me so often.

Thanks Xi Ming for having lunch/dinner with me so often and chatting with me on the phone for hours(literally) when I couldn't sleep.

Thanks Sylvester for showing me the ropes.

Thanks Wei Tian for giving me wake-up calls every darn morning.

These 10 days may be short, but I felt as though I've known you all for years. Sincerely hoping and wishing that I am remembered by you all even after 10 or 20 years down the road. People please, keep in contact eh? A bittersweet feeling knowing that this may be the last time we would get to meet each other ever...

Second Last Day At Work II

Oh, where was I? Yeah, play pool. Yah lah, they damn pro sia, so little time left still can play pool...

The game starts...

Shawn's turn.

Jin Yang's gay pose.

Xi Ming sianing aside.

Sian till A.C but B.C.

Xi Ming getting excited over Shawn's butt. Woohoo~

I like this pic. Great angle, my camera angle, not Shawn.

Somehow, they lost their balls during the game.

The search for the lost balls.

Still finding.

Somehow, they found their balls. They didn't loose them, it's just in between and too small to be spotted.

End of ball game.

When Angel was alive, she used to say that women should stay clear of men who enjoy playing pool. I used to not get what she meant, not even till today.

Second Last Day At Work

Today, is a fucked up day. Notice my level of fucked-up-ness? When I'm not so fucked-up, I spell it as "f***ed-up" and when I'm just a little fucked up, I don't even use the fucking fuck word to describe my fucked-up-ness. Fuck fuck fuck!

I'm totally pissed and fucked-up.

Breathe in.

Hold for six seconds.

Breathe out.

Hold for 5 seconds.

Breathe in.

Repeat as needed.

Chilled, just a little. Still fucked up. And no, I do not have a limited knowledge of vocabulary although I know I could have used words like enraged, annoyed, infuriated, antagonized, exasperated etc. or perhaps even idioms/slangs like steaming in anger, hot under the collar, burning with excitment etc...

But NO, no fucking word can replace the fucking fuck word which I have now fucking chosen to use to represent how fucked up I am.

Event I:
Our local comedian, MC King(蓝钦熹) died.
























I'm fucked up. Heavens is cruel. They allowed a man, at the prime of his life, die a very Death Note death(from what I've heard). Snappy and abrupt. He hasn't got the time to bid anyone farewell. He wasn't even married!

Heavens, you are cruel.

Event II
Fang and Al break and patch, then break and patch, then break and patch...

I'm fucked up. Who came up with this thing call Love? Who the fuck, you'd better fucking own up. Fuck you, creator of Love. History is repeating itself. It's just like what had happened between us. It's so freaking alike that my words represents nothing of this solemn.
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Barren

Fretting upon the last hour.
An act of desperation.

"You can have my body,
do whatever you want.
Even if it's due to lust
that we are bonded,
I still love you no less but more..."

The air he was
That she breathes in.
Not a second she could live
In the absence of his presence.

Indeed as it's dealed,
His greed lies within that itch.
More and more
He went on for.

Past dusk it was,
Still in her Fantasy,
Feigning ignorance of the day-
He must go.
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Fang, we all know the ending of this story. They ain't worth our pains. If they do love us, how did it ever happen in the first place? If not, why is it still on-going for now?

We are like vibrators, being used and taken advantage of when needed, but when the real thing comes, who even recalled our presence?

You even cried till your eyes are swollen.

Event III
There was this fucking baby cart and a fucking bitch and her f... baby blocking the reception desk while she's tending to her baby. The receptionist don't look like she's doing anything ie. she wasn't talking to the bitch. My mum tried her best to squeeze past the baby cart and was careful enough of not touching it as she thought that there was a baby inside, when she's worth 72kg of chubbiness.

Bitch: CAN YOU WAIT FOR YOUR TURN!!!!!!!!!???????

Mum: I'm sorry, I didn't know you are queuing up. I'm sorry, I just need to ask a few questions... I'm sorry...

My mum backed off.

Bitch: Can you wait!!!!???? Just wait lah!!! Didn't you see that I'm standing here???!!!!!!!!!!

Dad: Please lah, you stand until like that who know you are queuing up?

Bitch: SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!!!!

Dad: I'm' just trying to say...

Bitch: SHUT UP! CAN'T YOU SEE I HAVE A TWO MONTHS OLD BABY HERE WITH ME AND...(blah blah blah)

Me: Please don't vent your anger on us...

Bitch: YOU BETTER SHUT UP. YOU BELIEVE I'LL SLAP YOU!!! SAY AGAIN AND I WILL SLAP YOU!!!

Dad: You dare?! Try lah!!!

I fucking loose it by then. I'm really gonna switched to berserk mode any damn fucking moment. Trust me, you ain't gonna like it.

Me: BITCH! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO SHOULD SHUT UP, BITCH!

I fucking stared at her with my bugged eyes, wearing silver contact lenses. Imagine how freaky it looked.

Although I have got no intention of engaging in any violent act against her, but my dad pulled me away in fear of me really really loosing it.

Dad whispered into my ears: Don't scare the baby.

I chilled immdiately.

After about 5 seconds of staring at her, she looked down back at her baby in her arms.

Mum: Don't quarrel with her, this woman is crazy!!!

Bitch: IT'S YOUR DAUGHTER HOR, NOT ME!!!

Mum: What my daughter?!

Bitch: YOUR DAUGHTER STARTED IT!!!!!

I'm still staring at her.

Bitch: YOU BELIEVE I WILL SLAP YOU!!!!!!!

I responded with a cold and fixed stare.

Somehow and some what later, a crowd gathered around to watch the free drama and we left the scene. They wasn't looking at us, but at that bitch.

I truly suspect she's suffering from Postnatal Depression. Seriously, she's shouting all the way and louder as it goes. She doesn't seems stable. Panicky eye contact, stale eye movement, sudden increase in voice/volume, contradicting sentences/actions. She just don't seems normal to me. Pity the babe, wonder if he will also kenna this mad woman's nonsense.

My Dad's too fucking nice. I wanted to fucking call up our lawyer and fucking sue her for repetitive threats towards my personal safety, but my Dad was soft and could not bear to see any frightened babes. Fine, fine.

Most useful comment I got after I rant about this event is from Hongkie on MSN:

kaii- says:
aiya but this kinda ting... don waste ur energy
kaii- says:
conserve it =)
mØrtå£ - Limited mortal contributing limited effort. Sorry. says:
zzz
mØrtå£ - Limited mortal contributing limited effort. Sorry. says:
yea
mØrtå£ - Limited mortal contributing limited effort. Sorry. says:
go chase more boys
mØrtå£ - Limited mortal contributing limited effort. Sorry. says:
weee
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The only event which managed to cheer my whole fucking day up was at about 6.30pm, when Event III hasn't taken place. But still, it was the happiest event after all.

Jin Yang, Xi Ming, Shawn and me... well, maybe not Xi Ming and me. Just Jin Yang and Shawn. They both made use of what little time(about 15 mins or so?) their dinner break was left to play pool!!! Wth?! Darn pro sia...



















I'm gonna seperately post this, gotta differetiate the happy post from the angry post!

Third Last Day At Work

Counting down to my last day at work.

Morning, arrived at 0947. Too early. Went to MacDonald's to further perfect my stoning technique.

I stonned at the table for at least 15 mins before I stonned on other stuffs like:

Random people queuing up for food.

Random ang moh who took too much creamer that the service crew had to refill them back.

Random fast-moving service crew.

All else randomies.

After much stoning, back to work/countdown.

Oh, and today, Honkie paid us a visit:

So touching sia~ It's been so long, like six days and no one had ever came to pay a visit to us except you! *Sobs*

We had lunch at Mac with Jin Yang along.

Btw, here's the pic from my 610 gathering:

Bother not to look out for me, I'm the photographer, like usual.

Sry my casual friend

I got someone in the soup today, or maybe it started yesterday?

He's a new friend I've got to know at Robinsons. He's cute, hot and everything, including being attached. Darnit. Sry gals, he's unavailable~

Ho.

Main point: I think his girl somehow found out about us. As in, misunderstood about the relationship between me and Shawn, which we are, in reality, just casual friends/acquaintances. You know, the type that would eat lunch/dinner together whenever it's possible and also hang out for sometimes. Yeah, just that type.

But, somehow, his girl misunderstood certain things. Hm. I detect vinegar...

It's usual and a norm though. If I were to ever have a boyfriend like Shawn, I would also be worrying my ass off every single day cause he's the 8.7/10 type of guy in my looks book.

Phew, luckily no friends of mine know about my blog, yet.

Hey wait, I think someone just got the information that my blog existed. Oh no, bye frankness, I can't say what I really want to anymore. Hm, Xi Ming, remember hor, don't let a soul know about my blog leh, you are the first to ever know!

Back to the topic.

Pondering. How fine should I draw the line between me and Shawn. It's really a big prob here. Cause it's really really risky for me to be so close to him.

It's like a mouse attracted to a cheese in a mouse trap.

A fish to a fishing bait.

A moth to a fire source.

To simplify, I can neither withdraw nor attack. A lose-lose situation.

Still, it's better to withdraw and suffer the pain alone than to let the anguish expand to others which may be hurt due to my brashness. And end up in a Kamikaze situation.

Some plants will never flower. No girl, stop it. Don't start writing another poem, please don't, please...

Dramatic New Year Eve

T'is sure a dramatic New Year Eve I would say.

First off... okay, forget about it. Let's just fast forward to me and Xi Ming went to Mos Burger. And coincendentally, we met Hung, Jia Min and Gene. Again coindendentally, we met Jia Wei, Jaymond, Kelvin, Joce, Wen Li and Tisha.

Hoho, it's a small world after all!

Sometime later, we travelled to Tiong, met up with Ben and Fang, watched AVP II. During the movie, I felt cold and borrowed Fang's right arm, but she borrowed Ben's windbreaker instead. Then I proceeded to borrow Xi Ming's left arm instead. But, bad move, kenna verbal attack by some dude thereafter. Hmm, what's wrong what, I'm really cold and I'm single and he's unattached and he didn't object and again, I was really cold! You and me used to do that too, remember???

Anyways, fast forward, Xi Ming left and we stopped by Great World City and watched a drama unfold there. It's really dramatic. Fang and Al's drama. I mean, it's so similar to what happened between me and him, really darn similar. How I really wish that the ending between you and him wouldn't be the same as to another him and me.

The drama lasted for really quite sometimes. Therefore, we had no choice but to hail for cabs and rush to Vivo. But somehow, we failed to be there in time and had our countdown in the cab. And oh, Xi Ming called up at 12am, 1st January 2008's 12 am! Woohoo, got people call me up on this type of hour leh... I am so darn touched, really, thanks dude.

Fang left around this time too...

Fast forward again, Gene that arshole ps-ed us and went off to send his potential girlfriend home instead. Darnit, I'm depressed. Your guys are all attached, it's just me now, being left on the shelf...

Then, fast forward, left Hung, Jia Min, Ben and me. We went to Long John Silver, ordered some to-gos and went to the rooftop and had our supper. It's kinda a heart warming session we had over there. Reconciling old times, updating current events, talking about new hopes. Hmm, you guys almost made me tear there. Darnit, your people are always touching me!

Sounds wrong.

Well, it's been long since we've gathered. I really wonder when is the next time we would do this again, probably the chances of it happening will be getting lower as the days go by.

Btw, 1st of January 2004 was the day when you and me started everything. You couldn't imagined how much joy you had brought me at that time.

"sry leh, cannot wish u a new year juz now...my msg cannot send. i realli gt sth to tell u, i realli lyk u for a very long time. i dunnoe abt u. but pls, accept me, wld u be my gal?"

Casual Friend 2

T'is Xi Ming, surname's Hue. Hm. How do I even pronounce them?

He's got a darn hip hand gesture... argh.... forget about hand gestures... Well, Xi Ming is a rather humorous dude, filled with jokes, not cold jokes.

He kinda remind me of some guy:

Yeah, Edmund Lim.

They both have the ability to talk about very funny jokes without laughing at it themselves. Cool, that's what I lack. On top of that, Xi Ming's jokes are like Edmund's, random and funny.

Best of all, Xi Ming's a little plump and hairy, very hairy. Does it sounds familiar to you?

Sorry dude, it was purely by accident that I had a sneak preview of your black forest... I wonder where else of your body has got more hair... Hmmm...