I got the job.

AVA, here I come~!

I'll miss my darlings in DK.

I've been mulling over the decision since Tuesday, and frankly speaking, it's not easy leaving this job behind, since it's such an easy job to work in.

It was never as stressful as Nic had said, and with the exception of a few guai lan kias, it was all GOOD.

T_T

Graduation later in the morning!

The night I'd almost smashed a jug against someone's head.

I'd skipped church, because Dustbin's internet connection was down and I had to wait for him to go to church together.

But alas, the bloody internet man took almost 2 hours to diagnose the need for a new MIO box, which took him another 15 minutes or so to get that bloody box connected. WTF.

Decided to go for a movie at Tiong Bahru Plaza with him while waiting for Irene, her man, and Wendy to arrive.

(Shirley was undecided on her attendance and had decided on Double 0 in the end.)

But then the movie timing sucked, and the movie seating sucked even more. So we skipped it all together and went for dinner at Ajisen Ramen instead.

Shopped around T.B Plaza until Wendy and gang arrived, and got my heels fixed while waiting.

We went to Phuture, and quickly secured a corner at the dance floor.

Saw Paul Twohill the Singapore Idol alumni with the braces who studies in TP, dancing with another girl with equally long hair and neon colored braces.

I didn't know Braces could be so COOL! Maybe I should get one myself. But then kissing, frenching and blowing would become a little troublesome after that.

*CRINGE*

Imagine cutting tongues, lips and foreskin with those razor braces! OMGBBQ. >_<

LOL. What's more the trapping of foreskin on braces!

ROFLBBQ!

Typing of (not speaking of, because I'm not speaking per se, rather, I'm typing.) BBQ, the Q.B's been into BBQs 3rd week of the month when I get my pathetic paycheck.

Pfft.

Anyway, back to topic.

We were dancing and minding our own buisness when this bunch of little boys tried pushing us for space.

That really pissed me off because they were pushing my Justin and pissing the shit out of me. So I pushed them back and stared at all of them, anger rising.

LOL.

That was when I really felt like smashing that pathetic jug of water diluted piss tasting vodka redbull on their heads.

I didn't of course, because I'm female and they at least had the decency to fuck off after a while. Not that I didn't notice them trying to point their puny little middle fingers at me.

*Shrugs*

If the middle finger thickness/ length = actual penis size theory is relevant, then I dare say I'm not interested in short skinny dicks.

LOL.

I'm not interested in

Happiness is...

• Finding new friends worth keeping.
• Going on a ride, enjoying the company I'm with.
• Feeling the thrill and excitement I'd used to feel a couple years ago, when I was so much more naive.
• Spending time with a beloved, doing things we both enjoy.
• Eating.
• Sleeping in late into the day, waking up just a couple hours away from dinner, yet still in time for a late lunch.
• Shopping with girlfriends whom I can trust (with regards to fashion).
• Having money in my account.
• Knowing that my beloved cares enough for me to top up my account when I'm low.
• Comfort.

Went rounding with Gerald today. He came to fetch me from Shirley's, after a few very fun hours of playing with her Cavalier, now tentatively called Doby, for the poor bitch (bitch, as in female dog, not meant as an insult whatsoever, but in reference to Shirley's dog, a female dog, also known in English as bitch.) was previously named Ruby, Le le, Fluffy and Dogby.

I've finally let go of the pettiness and unhappiness which has been bugging me for the past few weeks, and the extremely fucking unfair and unexpected events in the office this morning, where this fucking Mr K called in to scream at me for no bloody rhyme and reason just because stocks scheduled for release by Ken Act Enough wasn't implemented.

I mean, WTF am I supposed to do when the other departments are obviously not doing their bloody job?!

All I could do, within my means and power, was to inform V Biotene and call Idle to start doing her work, and stop playing finger puppets.

But apparently Bloody Idiots don't get it, and as all Bloody Idiots do, only knew how to scream, shout and scold, before attempting to lodge some stupid complaint against me AGAIN.

This time though, I'd enlisted the help of my colleagues who then knew of the on going scream fest by the Bloody Idiot, thus covered my ass somewhat.

*Oh Well.*

Tragically, I have lost all respect for V-Biotene.

I doubt he would have it easy any longer.

My confirmation on this job, I leave it up to God.

Currently though, I've been trying to recruit new staff into the company, as the adhoc HR of sort.

It's fun though.

The world is small.

Just the other day while we were out and about, Alvin, Vailant and this other guy whose name I've long forgotten, saw me.

Today, while waiting for the interview at AVA to commence, I saw Winnie applying for the exact same post as moi!

LOL.

The whole atmosphere then changed from one of foreboding and uncertainty to another relaxing session chatting with my friends. LOL.

I didn't even feel tensed, and the session went well!

But the MND building had bad infrastructure. Their lifts had ALL the buttons for ALL floors, but SERVED ONLY 6 FLOORS OUT OF THE 18 BLOODY BUTTONS.

WTF?!

IF YOUR LIFTS DO NOT SERVE THOSE FLOORS, DON'T BLOODY PUT THE BUTTONS IN THERE!!!!

Imagine my horror when I was told that I had to climb THREE Storeys up in my 4 inch heels and tight, high waisted skirt!

OMG.

Like, WTF.

Don't tell me it's placed in there for 'completion's sake' and for 'Aesthetics'.

I'll fucking kill those idiots who thought of it and implemented them.

(But murder's a crime and I don't fancy jail term.So...I'll just say it for the sake of saying it.)

Intriguing.

There's nothing much to blog about.

Nothing interesting enough to make me shift my attention from my latest fascination of Cooking Academy and Restaurant City to this little blog.

It's little, because it no longer holds a place.

Anyway, I doubt I can stand J any longer.

His bloody insistance in doing things his way and his wandering eyes are something which I DON'T NEED in my life right now...

Being unappreciated hurts.

Buying a cake from Crystal Jade and a stupid game of Bejewelled for the Queen Bitch reaps little rewards.

( Other than the fact that she likes the game and plays it till 3am daily, drastically increasing the household's electricity bill where she promptly blames it on me when in fact, I'm hardly at home.)

Buying things for J reaps NOTHING.

Not even a little appreciation and planning a surprise just gets me labelled as a liar. WTF.

I don't need a Queen Bitch and another fucker lingering around me.

*Pissed*

I've been shortlisted by th AVA for interview as a Lab Analyst.

I wonder if it's going to pay better.

Working for the Government instead of the Public.

>_<

I've come to realise one thing: the more I speak, the lazier my tongue gets.

I've resorted to mumbling sometimes instead of enunciating my words clearly since half the time, the customers end up speaking in Mandarin or dialects instead of English.

A typical daily example:

Mumbling:

"Welcome to Difflem Healthcare, dish ish Glen speaking howmayiassist chew?"

In English:

"Welcome to Diethlem Heathcare, this is Gwen speaking how may I assist you?"

*sigh*

Someone stop me from having a lazy tongue too fat to enunciate.

Sometimes I really wonder if I have what it takes to do sales and be a good sales person.

Anyway, today was Girlfriends day!

We (Shirley, Irene, Wendy et Moi) went out for dinner at Asia Kitchen and shopping around VivoCity and Bugis!

We befriended a 19 year old sales girl while shoppping, and exchanged numbers. LOL.

Gossip is rife in the office and rumours has been spreading like wildfire pertaining to the resignation of V-Biotene and other back stabbing drama in The Office.

Oh well, such is office politics.

J hasn't returned my Bible to me since Saturday and it has been almost a week.

Ugh.

Reasons why I fucking hate the maid.

I asked and reminded her on Friday, Saturday AND Sunday to wash the new Mango Skirt I had bought. She told me she had washed them.

THIS MORNING, I asked her if my skirt was dry. She told me the skirt was in the cupboard.

I TOOK THE SKIRT OUT AND IT WAS UNWASHED, WITH THE FUCKING PRICE TAG STILL INTACT!

I asked her why it was so and GUESS what she fucking told me?!

"YOU TOLD ME NOT TO WASH THE SKIRT."

KNNCCB *Expletives*

Nahbeh.

I FUCKING TOLD HER THREE FUCKING TIMES IN HER FACE AND YET SHE DARED TO TELL ME THAT I'D TOLD HER NOT TO WASH IT?!

FUCK.

And as if it wasn't enough to stink up my fucking morning, she had the fucking cheek to dump a fucking piece of plain bread in my lunchbox as 'Breakfast'.

*More expletives*

IF SHE, HERSELF, DOESN'T EVEN EAT PLAIN BREAD FOR BREAKFAST, WHY THE FUCK WOULD I EAT PLAIN BREAD?!

NAHBEH.

And the worst shit was that it had to fucking pour in the morning and I had to cab all the way to work.

KNNCCB.

IT'S OKAY TO BE FAT WHEN YOU BOTHER TO PULL YOUR BLOODY WEIGHT AROUND.
If not, you're just waiting for stones to be lobbed at you.

I've finally attained the 50.0 Thumbs Up rating!

And I spent $120 in Mango for a skirt and belt combo which I felt was not worth the money.

Justin forced me.

Anyway he has found a new job.