man:you.. (points his finger at me)
me:(moves away from his rude pointing) you have a qns?
man:how much is the postage?
me:26cents will do.
man:huh? how do I pay that amount?
me:as it is, 1cent is still legal tender.
man:so if I pay you 30cents, what do I do with the 4cents?
me:there's a donation box. you'd deposit the change in it.
man:all my life, I NEVER DONATE!
me:that is just a suggestion of cos. It's alright Mr (Scrooge). You pay me 25cents. I'll donate 1cent to you.
man:good good.
me:It's not my first time making such desecration. You may stop pointing your finger in case it gets broken the next moment.. hahahaha
man:oh err sorry miss.
My customer after him was amazed how I handled the rude man. He told me he thought I'd really give that scrooge the change and see what will happen. He was also ready to come into our conversation. As much as I appreciated his initiative, I shared that it is not an isolated case and this job indeed put me thru tests of patience.
There was technical failure of 2hours and it was a day infested with grumpy customers complaining about just anything. I was so hungry when we knocked off. My BM commented that I probably had wasted a whole lot of energy dealing with today's difficult customers. I ended up cleaning the office cos I was starving and couldn't head home for dinner that soon. It was my way to distract myself . The best part when I got home, my mum assumed I'd be out for dinner and she didn't cook. Oh man.. what a day!
*I was well-fed at the point of blogging this entry o.O"
April 24, 2009
April 19, 2009
exams over
Exams are over. The semester went by swiftly. The papers drained my mental power considerably. I tried my best and I know results will not be academically fulfilling. Apart from the after-exams motto "Fuck it cos it's over...", I'm just leaving it all in the hands of God. I realised I'm not receptive towards failures. I kept contradicting myself with hopes of getting thru without the need to take supp papers, yet being mentally prepared for the worst. Actually the papers weren't so bad. Whenever I sit for exams, I suffer from mental block. I forget almost everything I studied. Now that I'm having my term break, I feel so free and it's devastating to waste time idling! Lucky school starts next Saturday, I'd be able to occupy myself with read-ups and managing time between work, school and time for my love ones.
April 12, 2009
Shopping Sunday
It feels like a long weekend. No work on Mon, Wed and Fri.. is just heavenly eventhough I'll be sitting for exams in the evenings. Since weeks ago,I'v been telling myself to study. Excuses reasoned my failure to actually prepare myself adequately for my upcoming papers. Delivery of my new refrigerator made me cancel study plans with Hiddy on Wednesday. Thursday, Phil and I had dinner at Popeye's before we found ourselves dropping by Tampines One minutes before the new mall close. Good Friday had me laughing over plenty of joys while studying with Ophelia. I was actually having more fun chatting up with her rather than focusing on the notes I brought. Saturday, I thought I'd study. Initially I believed throwing tantrums cos I've yet to recover from the feverish flu will lead to at least some serious studying. It proved otherwise when I met Phil. We decided to chill at Downtown East for movies. It's become quite common for us to watch 2 movies in a row. We caught 'Taken' before 'Fast and Furious4'. We enjoyed observing people playing games and the crowd waiting for the Dragonforce concert to begin. We had supper at Simpang Bedok's HongKong fare afterwards. Came home late as Mama requested since my nosey cousin was staying over for a night. Sunday's shopping day! I got a pretty bag from S.T. Louis. Sales next door wasn't resisted. I got 2 tops and a skirt within 5minutes. *yayness* Woohoo.. I love buying on impulse. Bags of groceries and my shopping show just how effective retail therapy is. I'm cured. I happily almost forgot I've my exams next week. Tomorrow, it's Marketing paper. I better focus... hmm after I watch a nice episode of drama, I must do the utmost needful. o.o"
April 4, 2009
bestie
The only person I'm closest to for now,would have to be my man. I often spoke of my besties, which he corrected me more than a few times that bestie is singular. I have some friends, plenty acquaintances and my besties belong to a specific wonderful group of girls who I think, know me so well cos I often spoke about myself rather. Thus, in this reasoning, I'm hardly anyone's bestie.
I didn't sleep all night. I'm down with feverish cold. I prefer to describe the bug this way. My neighbourhood should be irritated by my repetitive loud sneezing. I got irritated by my tears which I didn't cry. I wasn't in very much of pain cos I've taken the paracetamol to combat the nasty bad guys in my immune system. My man kept me company on the phone. The more I express myself, I began to lose control of my emotions.
Upset. I asked my man why he always keeps quiet. He reassured me he was listening. I know that as one speaks, another listens but getting crankier every minute, I insisted he'd talk and not just remain silent while I was grumbling my regrettable past (with that fucking asshole, Sahib) away. He patiently highlighted that he needs to choose his words carefully. Phil is my splendid bf. I'm blessed to be loved by him for he hears with his heart. That brought me to be thankful that I'm indeed lucky, I'm in love with my best friend.
To Philo Tay: When I was being quite a biatch, I lost my ability to think before I speak. Sorry, love for keeping you away from sleep last night. Your relationship with God will make us stronger and not leave us in the crossroads. Your hope may not be easily realised but I definitely trust you for loving me religiously with patience.
I didn't sleep all night. I'm down with feverish cold. I prefer to describe the bug this way. My neighbourhood should be irritated by my repetitive loud sneezing. I got irritated by my tears which I didn't cry. I wasn't in very much of pain cos I've taken the paracetamol to combat the nasty bad guys in my immune system. My man kept me company on the phone. The more I express myself, I began to lose control of my emotions.
Upset. I asked my man why he always keeps quiet. He reassured me he was listening. I know that as one speaks, another listens but getting crankier every minute, I insisted he'd talk and not just remain silent while I was grumbling my regrettable past (with that fucking asshole, Sahib) away. He patiently highlighted that he needs to choose his words carefully. Phil is my splendid bf. I'm blessed to be loved by him for he hears with his heart. That brought me to be thankful that I'm indeed lucky, I'm in love with my best friend.
To Philo Tay: When I was being quite a biatch, I lost my ability to think before I speak. Sorry, love for keeping you away from sleep last night. Your relationship with God will make us stronger and not leave us in the crossroads. Your hope may not be easily realised but I definitely trust you for loving me religiously with patience.
April 2, 2009
some things never change
02/04/2009 6:36 am
Subject:
police report shown to people
Message:
whatever happens between you n me is the past yani.ok i except my mistake for saying those words n i already try my best to stay away from you by not covering your office as to avoid any contact or so call future accusation/allegations.so pls dont make things go hard for me by broedcasting to the whole singpost bout it.i only told eric ,sima n mahesh for they have the right to know since i'm covering east side n reason why i cant..i dont understand why must you tell others especially bout that police report to your colleuges.you dont have to asked me who for you know who you told to.(sigh)perhaps....its just who you are like what others said before n i dont blame them.i'm sorry if i have to say this.if i were you,i look myself in the mirror and see which edge n corner of it need to be changed for i've look far enough in the mirror n thats why i realised........and one more thing.if you're think you are pretty,,,think again........i was blind before.you dont n surprisingly i dont understand why i fall for you.
*Kindly pardon the quality of the above content* I received this msg from my Friendster account which I almost believed that I already deleted the account. Needless to guess who this sore sender was. Mr Sahib must have all the time in the world to keep having me on his mind. That was what went onto my mind when I finished reading his msg. I never wanted to hurt anyone when I told him, on the way back from a New year's countdown at Sue's workplace eons ago! " Hey what is your resolution? " I remember asking him that question and I told myself to REALLY stop dating this guy! As we were coming to my stop I told him " for myself, I'd want to us to stop seeing each other! I loved Melvin so much it hurts me being with you. Please forgive me. This rebound r'ship will never work. " I got off the cab and celebrated my achievement.
What I didn't know was he took pretty drastic measures. He left the branch. Every colleague gave me an earful. I have always felt that Sahib is really pitiful. He is a nice man, just misunderstood. For me, I'm always learning how to express how I feel. Words weren't arranged to speak the kindest language of sorry. I know he was deeply hurt. To be fair, I did try to like him. I did, as a friend. I kept to myself about how terrible it felt to be me. Being dumped and yet wonder why this poor fella has to come along and make things worse. I became a heart breaker, after being heartbroken. Somehow, I was also glad cos I'd feel. I was thankful I didn't feel empty. That made me feel human.
Months went by. Heard that he was engaged. I was glad. I was happy that the poor fella found his soul mate. He came by a few times to showcase his then fiancee. Pretty, he tells everyone as if it was to assure himself that he was going to marry the most beautiful angel. I thanked God I need not even look. I have never seen her except in the album which he was concerned if I saw. Strangely enough, I was informed by himself that the engagement ended and he wants me back. Right then I got scared of him. Phil was there with me when I filed a report against Sahib for his threats. With the report as an 'amulet', I felt somewhat at ease.
Everything went back to normal. Weeks ago, I received another sms from him. A wedding announcement. I showed it to two men who laughed. I ignored him and prayed to God that this man will not haunt me. Keep him happy and not be shadowed by my mistake. Forgive me. Today, his msg proved only one thing. He believed I was pretty. That was his mistake. At 35 and behaving this way, I'd only wonder if he ever loved or only wanted to possess me so that I'd love him as much as I once loved Melvin.
Subject:
police report shown to people
Message:
whatever happens between you n me is the past yani.ok i except my mistake for saying those words n i already try my best to stay away from you by not covering your office as to avoid any contact or so call future accusation/allegations.so pls dont make things go hard for me by broedcasting to the whole singpost bout it.i only told eric ,sima n mahesh for they have the right to know since i'm covering east side n reason why i cant..i dont understand why must you tell others especially bout that police report to your colleuges.you dont have to asked me who for you know who you told to.(sigh)perhaps....its just who you are like what others said before n i dont blame them.i'm sorry if i have to say this.if i were you,i look myself in the mirror and see which edge n corner of it need to be changed for i've look far enough in the mirror n thats why i realised........and one more thing.if you're think you are pretty,,,think again........i was blind before.you dont n surprisingly i dont understand why i fall for you.
*Kindly pardon the quality of the above content* I received this msg from my Friendster account which I almost believed that I already deleted the account. Needless to guess who this sore sender was. Mr Sahib must have all the time in the world to keep having me on his mind. That was what went onto my mind when I finished reading his msg. I never wanted to hurt anyone when I told him, on the way back from a New year's countdown at Sue's workplace eons ago! " Hey what is your resolution? " I remember asking him that question and I told myself to REALLY stop dating this guy! As we were coming to my stop I told him " for myself, I'd want to us to stop seeing each other! I loved Melvin so much it hurts me being with you. Please forgive me. This rebound r'ship will never work. " I got off the cab and celebrated my achievement.
What I didn't know was he took pretty drastic measures. He left the branch. Every colleague gave me an earful. I have always felt that Sahib is really pitiful. He is a nice man, just misunderstood. For me, I'm always learning how to express how I feel. Words weren't arranged to speak the kindest language of sorry. I know he was deeply hurt. To be fair, I did try to like him. I did, as a friend. I kept to myself about how terrible it felt to be me. Being dumped and yet wonder why this poor fella has to come along and make things worse. I became a heart breaker, after being heartbroken. Somehow, I was also glad cos I'd feel. I was thankful I didn't feel empty. That made me feel human.
Months went by. Heard that he was engaged. I was glad. I was happy that the poor fella found his soul mate. He came by a few times to showcase his then fiancee. Pretty, he tells everyone as if it was to assure himself that he was going to marry the most beautiful angel. I thanked God I need not even look. I have never seen her except in the album which he was concerned if I saw. Strangely enough, I was informed by himself that the engagement ended and he wants me back. Right then I got scared of him. Phil was there with me when I filed a report against Sahib for his threats. With the report as an 'amulet', I felt somewhat at ease.
Everything went back to normal. Weeks ago, I received another sms from him. A wedding announcement. I showed it to two men who laughed. I ignored him and prayed to God that this man will not haunt me. Keep him happy and not be shadowed by my mistake. Forgive me. Today, his msg proved only one thing. He believed I was pretty. That was his mistake. At 35 and behaving this way, I'd only wonder if he ever loved or only wanted to possess me so that I'd love him as much as I once loved Melvin.
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