Singapore isn't safe anymore.

Supper at Ho Kee Pau turned awry last night when a fight broke out between a bunch of PRC looking men and some Hokkien Uncles.

We were seated and ordering our food when their fight from across the road was brought into the shop.

Chairs were thrown at each other and one of them young punks pushed the older man into the shop and right into the back counters. Punches were thrown.

And then our porridge came. Daryl was happily stirring his porridge, oblivious to the ongoing fight. LOL. He was very hungry. I was too. But with the fight happening right in front of my eyes, I was distracted from my century egg porridge with minced meat. 

Just then, from behind him, the marble table top in shop was flung over.The impact smashed the marble top into smithereens. Everyone in the shop started to scatter while a small crowd formed around the fracas. We jumped from our seats and abandoned our hot porridge for safety at the edge of the shop. The fight was happening in front of the shop. We couldn't run anywhere else.

That was when one of the punks grabbed a pair of scissors from behind the counter and stabbed the older man in the tussle. Blood was everywhere.

He stumbled, ran, and fell onto the middle of the road. Cars screeched to a halt. I was in utter shock. The older man held onto his sides in shock as his gang grabbed him and dragged him away from the crime scene.

I called the police. Angry and hungry.

In the end we had to order takeaway from Swee Choon instead of Ho Kee Pau after dissuading Daryl from trying 126 Dim Sum. I didn't feel comfortable eating around Geylang after that fight in Aljunied which I later found out was Geylang Lor 27.

I still want my Ho Kee Pau.

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My life feels empty.

I don't like my job. Don't like working with people. Leave me alone.

*curls in foetal position*

Honours.

I finally achieved my dreams of getting an honours degree.

A second lower is really not bad, considering that fact that I was in class drinking at the back of the classroom half the time. And hitting the clubs right after class, every night, for 2.5 years of my University education.

I'm happy that I've achieved it.

Today, we went down to HDB to sign our lease agreement. In a few days time, our CPF will be deducted for the downpayment of our 4 room flat.

Finally a place to call my own.

I'm happy and excited. Can't wait for the house to finally be built and ready to move in. I've been flipping Home design magazines and looking through design ideas. (I'm past the Bridal Shopping phase. It's too expensive and way too stressful to think and anticipate for it to happen since D won't be proposing anytime soon.)

Pretty unhappy work wise. I'm to used to working alone without any bossy supervision that I'm pretty unhappy with the fact that the Assistant manager is a pouty and pushy bitch. I much prefer the manager.

She seems more tame and nice. But it has only been less than a week.

Honestly, I don't like being pushed around. I don't mind being assigned work. But not at such a phase where I'm not even given any time to adapt. Fucking hell seriously.

It's only a bloody 6 months contract and I can't wait for it to end already.

No happiness in the job front. None at all.

Getting very depressed and suicidal. While being a fresh graduate should be a supposed awesome feeling, I don't feel it at all. The fact that I'm still jobless because I haven't found a job I want and that I have no motivation nor desire to face anyone and deal with their bullshit isn't helping either.

Maybe I shouldn't be doing HR. Maybe I should do something more creatively engaging.

But what should I do?

:-/

Wish I had someone to advice. 

He does not stand up for me. I don't feel protected.

Budget planning. Not worth a second thought?

It feels like I'm forcing things my way with the pushing of a wedding budget. I suppose the fact that the BTO flat will not be ready until 2016 just means that we have 3 long years to do things slowly. But he doesn't realize that 3 years isn't a very long time to do the necessary research to come out with a wedding budget.

It's upsetting.

He doesn't realize that a wedding venue has to be booked a year in advance, a wedding dress custom made takes a year of fittings to get right and a wedding in Singapore takes years to save up for.

I know in my heart he is the one. That even if Eileen throws a bunch of pilots in my face, I wouldn't waiver, even if a future teller told me he would be wheel chair ridden for the next half of his life, or that I'll risk getting defective babies with him, or getting his Hepatitis should we sex. 

I don't give a shit if these happened. Be side I love him. 

But I wish he knew these facts. The fact that we live in Singapore and that nothing is cheap except labour, and that if he has no intention of planning ahead with me, we'll be stuck scrambling for an event that will only happen once in a lifetime for most. (Ok, maybe 50%, due to rising divorce rates and Muslim marriages.) 

He doesn't realize that it's every girl's dream to have a perfect wedding and for that one day feel like a princess. (Ok, I don't want to be a Princess. I want to be Queen.) 

Sigh.

I'm not a stick pole size 0. I can't possibly fit into a rental gown. Customization would prolly have to be done. I don't want to risk looking like a meat dumpling and have pictures taken looking like one that I'll have to hang in my room till the day I die.

:(

I know I haven't found a new job. But that takes time. He said it himself that he would rather I find the right job and be happy than the wrong one and get depressed all over again. But he doesn't realize that he's the one depressing me. Pushing and nagging me to find a job while I'm doing my crucial last paper. 

I wish I had someone to guide me career wise. I'm so phobic of working for SMEs. Bad experiences scare me.

I just want to hide in a cave and never come out.

Depression eats me.