.Monday, July 26, 2010 ' 12:22 AM Y
I simply cannot understand why people who work in high-end boutiques like to act as though they are superior to other people. Please lah! If you're so damn clever, you'll opening your own boutique instead of selling your ass to your employer! KNN.
I'm so pissed because Dear and I were at Cineleisure today to watch The Blood Pledge and after that, we walked by Mont Blanc and I was pointing out this really chio watch to him. It was on display and we didn't even walk in or anything and the sales guy was giving me the "Oh, don't bother-you probably can't afford it" look. TWICE. I hope some mad customer turns around and sticks one of those expensive pens into his ass. BLEAHS.
Still, this does not deter me from loving the brand. One day I'll be able to afford that dream *#%*)@$*% expensive ring although I'll be damn sure that when the day comes, I will wear my sloppiest clothes into the boutique, just to be able to swipe that smug look off the faces of whoever is serving me. No wonder people say Singapore shops have lousy service. Unless you're an angmoh, of course.
Pardon the expletives. That guy just got to me. Seriously. I hope he doesn't sell a thing for the entire time he works there. SmartASS.
.Tuesday, July 06, 2010 ' 11:21 PM Y
Randomness of the day:
Lessons officially started again today. Trying my best to focus and not end up in the state that I was for the P5,6 & 7 exams.
I decided. I agreed. Was I stupid? Maybe. Sad thing is, I never realise until too late. Oh nevermind.
I need to really go for my checkup.
I need a holiday. Bad.
Random-ing because I'm so lazy to phrase all my thoughts into sentences and paragraphs. Infer what you want from whatever I've posted. Been down in the dumps recently. Someone cheer me up. I'll love you for life. Aside from Dear, of course. xD
. ' 11:20 PM Y
I do not believe.
.Monday, July 05, 2010 ' 11:41 PM Y
In school, they taught us how to speak good English and our Mother Tongue. They taught us how calculate complex algebras and draw perverted-looking graphs; to use a string to measure some geographic shit and remember how the Japanese tortured our grandparents and theirs.
Somewhere in the between all the academic and moral education, they forgot to tell us how unfair and thoroughly disheartening life can be.