YAY.
i knocked off early today, thanks to my ill sis.
poor girl.
but she saved me from the mess.
(:
what's wrong with her?
she's down with fever, and has been vomiting green gooey stuff, or whatever you call it.
but i guess she is alright now, thanks to my tender-loving-care.
HAHA.

so now, i probably found some time for myself.
away from all the people in the world who are goldlion fans, or van garie lovers, or even san raphael's supporters.
ughh-
what crap.
okay,
i needa rant.
haha.
working at the expo isn't actually hard work.
its more like,
coping with the crowds that come in at irregular intervals.
so one moment you're ear drums are ringing because your wagons are deserted and the next moment you're flooded with questions from customers grabbing the best buys.
well, its a good deal you see.
a 99 dollar shirt selling at only 20 bucks.
but hey,
COME ON.
you're at a SALE.
you can't expect a wide range of choices for you to pick from.
PUH-LEASE.
and i have customers shoving me shirts and say, " I WANT THIS IN 15." when i told them a second ago that all the size 15 shirts are placed in column five of the second last wagon.
ughh.
then there is those fake taitais who come almost everyday, ask if new stock has arrived, and proceed to mess up your wagons by searching through the batch of stock they rummaged through the day before.
OMG? i mean, HEY, if you're so free, and you're so rich, THEN VISIT A BOUTIQUE.
...
don't come asking a salesgirl everyday whether a new batch of goods has arrived for a sale.
no manager in the right mind would send new stock worth tonnes of bucks to a warehouse sale where they can only earn measly pennies from cheapskate people like you.
...
and then i have customers who come to me at peak hours and scream, " Pick a few designs of size 16 for me, i have no time."
DUH, i don't have time too.
...
and then there are customers who refuse to believe what you say.
i mean, OBVIOUSLY, if i pack and repack and repack and repack and repack and repack and repack and repack and repack the wagons over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again,
then OBVIOUSLY, i can almost MEMORISE the SIZE and DESIGN and exactly where it is located.
but most customers still refuse to believe me.
so what's the use of asking me?
they ask me if there's size for a particular design, and when i say no, they move on to the next wagon and continue to search and ask me the exact same question, to which i give the exact same reply.
CRAP.
and i have customers getting a short sleeved shirt and asking me for a long sleeved shirt with the exact same design.
..
MADNESS.
i tell you.
and even when i write in caps on huge cardboards that SIZES ARE IN ORDER, they still refuse to believe that the particular design they are looking for has no size.
...
the craziest people don't only mess up the wagons,
they take out your boxes below the wagons and start rummaging as well.
sick? YA, extremely.
...


the wagon filled with pants is always crowded with people of size 34.
funny thing is,
my colleagues and i always inform the customers that SIZE 34 IS SOLD OUT.
but they just love to touch, feel, pick, and throw it aside.
..


bah.
I HATE WAREHOUSE SALES.
but i can't say much can i,
since i earn commission.
and the sales is indeed fantastic.
haha.
but i get quite fed up with over demanding customers.
they just don't see the point that it is a SALE and there is no point in ME trying to lie to them that no stock is coming. THERE IS NO NEW STOCK COMING.
anyone in the right mind would try to clear off old stock at times like these, especially since it is a SALE.

ah, wells.
the kiasu spirit still lives.


kids are cute,
i've seen plenty at the expo.
but there are a handful of weird ones.
there's one who purposely lie on his belly and start wailing, and when no one notices, he stands up, walks to another spot and reenact the whole scene again.
haha.
then there are cute little girls who take your display, and wear them like little dresses and can't get out of their shirts.
then there are those naughty ones who spill popcorn all over your wagon.
oh wells.
kids.
haha.


i really think i don't look my age.
because since i started work, i've got dozens of people asking if i study at NUS, or if i'm 17.
OMG?
no, i've just started living life as a sixteen year old and i still haven't watched my first NC16 movie.
:/


happy new year everyone.
best wishes.
lols.
CHEERS- no carlsberg.

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crap.
honestly.
i love my job.
since it keeps my mum out of my life for like, 90 percent of the day.
HOORAY.
her voice is deafening, and her words are SICKENING.
and i also think she has this big problem coping with her lifestyle.
imagine living half of your life and not know what you've been up to.
perhaps one day she might meet her nemesis.
or maybe she would meet someone as unreasonable and utterly loud and short minded, who could remind her of how incorrigible she has been over the years.
ohkay,
i'm pretty cruel with words.
but really.
i can't take any more of her nonsense already,
though i know i am forced to do so.
sometimes,
i just wonder if there was anyway i could plant a dumbcane and squeeze some juice out of it to spike her morning drink.
..
sometimes when mums nag, they mean well.
but sometimes, when she nags, it means disaster.
like for example.
she was yelling at my dad in the car, and got him so distracted, he almost crashed into the boot of a lorry.
things like that happen.
HONESTLY.
i mean, whats the use of washing clothes once a week?
those smelly laundry has already decomposed for 7 days, and soaking it for a night won't get rid of the smell, much less the bacteria.
YECK.
and its not like we have a lot of bamboo sticks to hang up all the laundry.
so every weekend,
my kitchen looks like some wayang theatre with clothes of assorted colours on display, all wrinkled and soaking wet.
and in the house,
apart from mopping the floor my sister and i vacuum daily,
and washing the clothes,
SHE DOES NOTHING ELSE.
and WOW. she's so 'great'.
such a wonderful mother.
...
yea RIGHT.
more like she's a queen and we're servants.
her handphone can be a mm away from her toes and she can scream at sister to bring it to her.
call her couch potato, or more like, couch pig.

Grrr.
i can possibly tear her hair off her scalp or probably skin her alive already.
i know patience is key in building important family ties,
but sometimes, it runs out.
=(


anyway,
i've started working for Goldlion as a part-timer.
and i honestly, HONESTLY, don't mind the pay (though its a miserable, inappreciable, meager, teeny tiny sum ).
the seniors are nice.
though they seem to have a slight communication problem,
because one is a Chinese who speaks Chinese, Japanese and very little English ;
and another is a Malay who speaks Malay, and English only.
lols.
oh wells.
so i become? = THEIR MIDDLEMAN.
xD
its fun really,
meeting people from all over the world.
like i met Australians who asked for pants in khaki colours, but they pronounced it CACKY.
so i was kind of like, confused.
and i also had china customers who thought i was from their country.
...
its hard to imagine who you would meet the next day at work,
so its always fun.
xD
and when a new batch of stock arrives,
it would be double the work, but triple the fun.
xD
hooray.
i can't wait.
=DDDD



work hard everyone!
and congratulations to all after receiving the PAE results.
=)

they think, you might fall sick because you're out in the rain for 3 minutes.
they warn, you might be run over when you jaywalk.
they curse, you might be robbed when you roam the streets.
they swear, the house would be broken into if you open the door to strangers.
they bet, you'll have cavities if you don't brush your teeth at night.
they say, you'll have nightmares because you laugh too hard.

they, are parents.
maybe once you have a family,
you would probably have forgotten ;
that 3 minutes of rain won't make anybody fall sick, unless he or she is a weak kid.
that drivers are human too, and if anybody gets run down by them, they get jailed.
that robbers don't roam every street available.
that apart from the door, there's still the gate.
that cavities don't happen overnight.
and that nightmares don't occur, unless that retard did something against his own bloody conscience.

so perhaps their brain is rid of logic.



sometimes, when adults say forever,
they mean a very very long time.

its hilarious?!
someone in front me in the queue was ordering drinks.
then he spotted some pretty lady somewhere beside him.
and guess what?
after paying up,
he left without his drink.
...
and the poor auntie had to scream her lungs out to call him back.
so much for playing it cool huh.
xD

and then.
i don't know whats the matter with kids these days.
even though im sure i rmb my childhood years very well.
i mean,
one minute they're pretty and cute,
and the next they're monsters who suck the patience out of your blood.
thank god i have sufficient patience to tolerate nonsense.
..
because i felt my blood boil and my temples pulsing when my sister was going crazy.
...
oh wells.
HOORAY~
im rid of her tml.
only tml.
HAHA.
xD


poof*
my mum thinks i should find a better paying job.
and shes insisting i go for more interviews.
..
its crazy?!
blahhhhh-
but i think i'll stick to my original plan.
=D

so i found out,
after many attempts to control it,
our destiny could very well be predestined.

when they say,
your fate is in your hands,
they mean, you can control how you want things and situations to turn out.
well,
lets just say,
when you think you have controlled your destiny pretty well,
it simply means you're good at predicting what's gonna happen in your life.
surprises only come by,
when you have failed to predict what fate had in store for you.
so get a grip.
it doesn't matter if you fail or fall.
a 'surprise' may come your way.

too complicated?
oh well.
you can spit it out if its too difficult to digest.
its just some random comment anyway.


but,
i think i'm a believer of fate.
and perhaps, karma.
according to Hindu and Buddhist beliefs,
it is the receiving of inevitable results- be it good or bad, in my present life or my next incarnation.
according to Theosophy,
it is the cosmic principle according to which each person is rewarded or punished in one incarnation according to that person's deeds in the previous incarnation
so,
any-oh-how.
i'll still be punished if i'm a meanie.
...
oh wells.
=D

ohkay.
i've got to face it.
i'm hired as a sales promoter who earns $4.50 an hour.
my brother is hired as a telephone hotline operator who earns $9.00 an hour.
he only needs to work for 6 hours a day, while I, a minimum of 8.
OMG?
...
he earns double my pay, and is only required to work 6 hours sitting down?!
THATS TWO HOURS MORE!
mann, and i was considering working for an additional 4 hours,
so i can earn extra income.
.....
mann.
i bet i'll treasure my first paycheck like shyt.


anyway,
i think i'll be working my guts out this christmas.
so much for a PUBLIC HOLIDAY.
but perhaps it'd be fun spending it outside.
it would be my first time!
xD
lalala.
I CANT WAIT!
xD

and now,
i can only decompose at home,
try to have as much fun with my sis,
while anxiously waiting for a phone call.
YAY.
can't wait for school to start too. =D

im EMPLOYED.
=D
yay-
nope. not as the consultant.
but as a sales promoter @ goldlion,
with theresa, yuean, and chunleong.
HOORAY.
this should be the kind of satisfaction you get.
when you know you successfully went through an interview and got hired.
not by sheer luck.
or by pulling strings.
=)
so even though i know the job may be more tiring than a consultant's,
i'm glad i took it up.
with my friends.
=)
pros and cons?
im just a part-timer.
which means they can fire me without reason.
and the basic pay is low.
with long working hours that may be extended without prior notice.
however.
it also means,
i can resign as and when i like
because im not tied down by a contract.
=)
plus,
the long working hours only means more fun out of the house.
haha.


many thanks to yuean and chunleong,
for helping me exterminate cockroaches in my kitchen toilet.
OMG? they were BRAVE SOULS.
because those creatures were huge and alive.
and they didnt use shieldtox.
their weapon?
TISSUE PAPER and WATER SPRAY.
omg, yeck.
i wonder who got hit by those cockroaches that where thrown out of my window.
xD

one more self- satisfactory happening?
I WON IN MONOPOLY!
YAYS.
with ME first. yuean second. chunleong third. and my sis coming in last.
LOLS.
lalala.
to think that i only invested in one property.
=D
cool!

now,
i can't wait to start work.
=)
GO~
$$$$$$$$$$ here i come.
lols.

im sorry im still too lazy to upload the japan photos onto my blog.
i'll do it soon!
really.
i swear!
(even though im really tempted to cross my toes at this point)
but i'll do it.
eventually. when i find time.
xD


i had the most nerve wrecking experience.
what was it?
OH MY.
you will never imagine.
that scaly outer covering.
cold body.
and hard bones.
well,
yea.
the featherless chicken had a very painful glare too.
it can't be helped can it?
since its feet are stuffed into its butt.
and whats more,
it met a consumer,
LIKE ME.
BWAHAHA.
see.
i was trying to whip up a meaty meal.
and chicken was part of it.
so it can't be helped right?
hahs.
so first.
i chopped off the head.
and threw it away.
and then i sawed the neck off.
because it was bloody stiff.
pulled out the feet from the butt
and chopped them off because they look freaky.
of course, i fed it to the bin.
i snipped off the butt.
and SKINNED IT.
HAHA!
only to find out my recipe required the chicken to have its skin on.
..
but i just marinated it all the same.
and it tasted good.
not only that.
the soup was deelish.
and the veg was deeeeeeeelish.!
hahhahaha.
self praise.
but HEY, its true ok.
oh wells.
=D

i hope its not me.
but then again.
maybe it isnt.
lols.

have fun this holiday.
early season's greetings to all.
=)

Sylvia. Syl. And someone you'll never expect me to be.