Do Not Disturb.

Two somewhat phallic looking sculptures displayed prominently at the Changi T3.

They just looks so much like penis veins. *cover eyes*

I just suddenly feel like taking a break from all these.

1) The showy-ness of relationships and friendships are not for me. I wanna know people for who they are and not whether they are worthy of a parade with me.

2) I’ve come to realised no matter how nice you or I try to be, we can’t make everyone like us. The anal retentive few will take any opportunity to nit pick every little details; you’ll feel like you’re living your life according to their rules, instead of your own. If so, why not just pass me a roll of yellow masking tape, and I’ll tape up the small little space I’m supposed to stay in?

3) Would you gimme some time to let me talk,and finish my sentence? I’m tired. Let me get it out.

4) Sometimes I wish real life is as easy as “Friend” and “Un-friend”ing someone. You can “Fan” me, but I am not obliged to “Fan” back. Sheesh, what the hell am I talking about?

I just need some times to clear my personal perspective and figure out who are the people who are worthy of my time and concern. I ought to just stop giving a fuck.

It’s almost here, almost here! I can smell the weekend!

I survived my first week of work in my new co without any major hiccup or boo boo. Throughoutly enjoying my work here so far and I put what little I know of my merchandising knowledge to good use.

I can’t help but compare how different I felt then and now.

Back then, I felt like I didn’t gel with my former colleagues. Old birds and sample room staffs gave me no respects nor attention. Often, my samplings were ignore till the last minute and they made utterly no apologies in missing my requested deadlines. And being at the bottom of the food chain, I felt like I have no voice - I was often told I was not allowed to ‘chase’ anyone for my due work unless given the permission. All this made me feel like a redundancy in the company - very much like an extended internship program.

Over here, I am forced to learn and pick up as fast as possible. While my partner is very understanding and patient in guiding me, I also have to take care not to annoy her with any stupid questions. Paper works does not frazzle me; however the communication with buyers and the factory staff does. I’m not a particularly detail-oriented person; I don’t have a knack for retaining written verbal much information and I am not good with regurgitating words from other people.

A lot of times I forget that I have to stand up for myself and cover my ass in everything that I do, lest I get shot down for not doing my job properly. I don’t even know how to negotiate persuasively with the factories in order to get my stuff through. A lot of time I forget the tone of my emails, and my partner have to remind and correct me. I so bloody have to work on my ????.

I’ve been pondering. Should I keep my private life outta my work, or should I open up? At the moment, I can’t help but feel abit of an outcast - I don’t know who they are talking about, who are their boyfriends (not like I want to know but its one of their usual discussion topics). They are way past the small talk stage, so how can I begin to mix in, without divulge my private details to them? In a work environment where pays and ranks makes the ladder, how do I maintain a level of sensitivity and professionalism? Most of them are younger than me, so maybe they are less aware of office politics and backstabbing.

And I realized, offering sweets as a conversation starter only works to a certain extent.

This is something I do not fathom - Why do some Singaporeans who has the opportunity to go overseas choose complain about every insignificant details - like how “old and smelly the carpet at Heathrow Airport are” - and compare how different and/or better life is at Singapore.

If I ever get a chance to travel my dream destination like YooKay, HongKong or Bali; Carpets are not the thing I would be noticing. I’d much rather absorb in the culture and lifestyle of the host country than to sweat over such little things.

I’ve come across some blogs where SG exchange students complain how “difficult” life is at V@#$*, how “difficult” the people are in L$#*&. They complaint about the prices of food, transportation fare, nitpick over callcard fees, and even complain about their own fellow Singaporeans. They whined that their clothes never dry in Winter, that they are eating the same thing everyday and how hard it is to mix with the other folks.

Not to be nasty or what, but it kinda makes sense why their lives are so “difficult” overseas. Who the hell will hang out with them if they can be so anal and calculative over every single thing; and all that comes out of their mouth are incessant whining? These people do not strike me as an easygoing and fun loving person.

Not that I am being unsympathetic and apathetic over their situations; afterall, they are fresh new aliens in a totally different environment. I once had been utterly culture shocked by how drastically different things goes in China; Like those exchange students, I complaint and compared everything to my guide. By my third day, I learnt to appreciate and understand how things work over there. Instead of making excuses for my poor command of proper mandarin, I listened and learn their social terms. Rather than fret awkwardly over the safety of my personal belongings, I carried my bags ‘their way’ and behave the way they do.

Sometimes, I really do enjoy talking to expats (coughpinoycough) in Singapore. They always strike me as extremely hardy and adaptable folks. Anything goes for them.

Rather than groaning, why not learn to adapt?

I really should brog (Ok fine, I can’t sleep right now) the fragmented memories of my 22nd b’day at Wala, lest I forget how ‘wonderful’ it was.

1. DPL ordered more than 8 different types of drinks, commanding that I ‘tah’.

2. I downed 3; spilled the whisky.

3. Then I fell asleep on the table.

4. In between comatose, I woke up and danced a little bit to rock musik. The table progressively grew taller and I fell underneath it.

5. Then came the Birthday cake. It was lit. So shiny. I picked it up and danced a little. Shirlyn was very amused.

6. I was groped. By males and females alike.

7. I puked. In the washroom. Yes, it was me. I smelt pepperoni.

8. I puked again. In the washroom. Yes it was me again. I smelt chicken wings.

9. I saw a blueblack on my palm the next day, and THEN I remembered Shirlyn passed me the tambourine.

10. I hugged various friends, and Brandon. Did I hug Simon?

11. I was dragged across the street by DPL again. Don’t remember what he want.

12. I went home with my old friend.

13. Got home. Mum wished me Happy birthday. Puked in room again.

To be honest, that’s all I remember. Please feel free to contribute any embarrassing antics. Seriously, celebrate your birthdays with the Barflies at your own risk. I’m so glad there wasn’t any incriminating pictures, you know.. for proofing?

I has got frower from Jaywalk!

If you are wondering why I got a Golden Dowagr, it actually came abt after we talked abt the Golden Shower (please go wiki it). Tsk tsk, such dirty mind, hor?

Once again, thank you Jaywalk Korrrrrrrrrrrrrr for the frower!

Woohoo I received this beauty of a hardshell case all the way from US and Eyelovit!

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