Rollercoaster 2017

Got to learn more about what it takes to run your own company. 

What not to do, and that sometimes its better to be a little late than jump the gun on certain issues. 

Mighty glad that I did not have to put a cent into getting this lesson. 

Learnt that even the best of friendships cannot last if one side just doesn't want to communicate. 

That an ego has blown up so big that it cannot deflate to ask for help. 

It ended with a big drama which only showed everyone how far into the honey pot your fingers were stuck. 

Made some new relationships due to the job. 

Some might just be work-related but some have already been much more sisterly. 

Glad some of them still think of me after I no longer run the cafe. 

Skilled up on reading people a little more. 

Being a little nosey and asking a bit more is better sometimes. 

The way people treat someone who serves no purpose to them tells you a lot. 

Got to share the menu with a few friends from Australia.

Happy they actually liked the coffee. 

Maybe I should just open shop in Australia. 

Attended some awesome food festivals. 

Try out food from Michelin-starred restaurants & chefs. 

Cook and experiment with interesting new products. 

Saw my niece compete in the SEA Games. 

Learnt that some people have bad sportsmanship. 

Glad my niece is above that behaviour. 

Got to go back to Hong Kong. 

I love Hong Kong Island more. 

Dong Leng Mong Cha Zhao Teem!!!

Australian Invasion part 2!

Great to have them come here instead of always heading there. 

Ate a lot of food all around Singapore. 

Had my dog choke to death right at my foot. 

Pulled out the bit of gizzard he choked on. 

Revived him with some compressions and a few breaths of air without really knowing doggy CPR. 

Back to KL again for a food trip. 

Sometimes family can be so embarrassing. 

Family did not know walking to eat till I came along. 

Full force Christmas Party with an Eurasian theme. 

Half force NYE party with Pizza, Cheese, Pasta & Chicken Wings. 

What a crazy 2017!

The Exhausted Social Introvert

Most people often ask if you're an introvert or extrovert, and there are some who know me as the introvert, but at work, most people think I'm an extrovert. It's only after reading this article that I realise that I'm actually right in the middle. 

I read this a while back and wanted to blog on this but just didn't find the time. It was only because of a few recent events that got me to the blog and clicking on the article again. After what has been happening recently, the article just helps figure out the reason why I probably feel like just hiding in a cave. 

Point #9 sums up what has probably been getting me down:"People that are involved in a lot of drama are completely out of your interest range. You don’t enjoy talking negatively about others and you’d rather avoid people who do."

Lately, there just has been too much drama and badmouthing from certain people. It all feels as though there is also some motive behind all this drama and negativity - to sway certain decisions, to try to gain opportunities for themselves. 

Point #1 and #4 adds to why I have been bored:"You can hold a conversation for the most part, but small talk doesn’t keep your brain engaged in the conversation.""small talk is not important to us. It makes us more uncomfortable, especially when the conversation goes nowhere"

The worst part of the drama is that it is unnecessary, not wanted and not understandable as well. My brain has gone to the point where it has decided to shut down whenever the drama starts and I think I just zone out while everything is playing out. 

Point #3 then explains exactly why I feel like hiding in a cave:"If you spend too much time around people you are dying to get back to the comfort of your own home."

Basically, I need my "me" time. That when I have a day to myself, I should get to decide how I want to spend it. So for the next few weeks, there will be a lot of rejections and I honestly would not care what or how people feel, as in the end, I have to save my own sanity first. 

Now to get a my old sim card activated. 

Someone Like You

"I heard that you've settled down, that you've found a girl and you're married now...."

That line alone from the song reminds me of you but it's never good when I get reminded of all the good times we still could have had if you were just honest. Still don't understand what went on in that head of yours, to decide to lie about her and what eventually would take place, but I think you were in your own fantasy world. Seriously, the memory of the stories you came up with - my life being in danger, having 2 passports, going on top secret missions - just goes to show how much of a nut case you became trying to keep things secret.

"You lost the love I loved the most"
"It took so long just to feel alright...'cos you broke all your promises"

Guess it was only hard at first because I still loved you as one of my best friends, but as time went by, I stopped missing you and started missing the things we did. I still miss the times just having someone to call and chat when I was down, who would meet me at the Palm and just laugh the night away under the stars without a care in the world what time it was. It still hurts whenever I drive past that spot.

"Nevermind I'll find someone like you. I wish nothing but the best for you, too"

I know I'll never find someone like you, and I don't think I really would want to find another nut case like you. But someone to share that same kind of lighthearted, easygoing fun we had..... That I would love to find again.

I think I'm at the point I'm ready to meet you face to face and thank you for opening my eyes, and for making me much more wary of people like you.

I wish you well and hope you have a good life in whichever path you take.

What Am I?

Am I not human? Do I come across as a person who does not have emotions? Do I look like a walking ear? Or am I just some machine on the other end of the line, recording your bitching, never to talk back or give any opinions?

What you did the other day was just bloody RUDE, and for you not to realise that I was pissed with you is just plain stupid. On top of that, even after sending you a message, you still didn't seem to take any initiative to even apologise. Worst of all you got the cheek to ask what can you do now, then ask if you should apologise, and then give such a shitty, non-committed apology that it was as though I was forcing it out of you. Seriously, I could have just kicked your balls in when you said that but you're lucky you were seated next to me and not across.

You say that you and your friends would argue about things and then forget about it the day after. But when, within the last 5 days, other than the exchange in the car, did I even get to argue anything? So maybe I'm not your friend, but do you ever stop and listen? The whole point about arguing is that you get things out in the open, that you voice what each of you think is wrong. Even in the car, what did I get to say? Honestly? All I got out was that I'm pissed off about the incident and then I was basically cut off, once again, by you saying that it's "such a small matter".

When you're the one being rude, it doesn't affect you as much as the one on the receiving end of that crap attitude. How did you like it when I didn't want to answer your questions? Did it feel like "some small matter" or did you start wondering if I was pissed off with you or something else? Did it feel nice that I didn't want to talk to you? Why all the questions to find out exactly what the problem was then?

I understand you're tired, that you've said your peace, but what makes you think that I've got nothing to say? What makes you think that just because you've reached home that it's alright to just cut me off and decide when, to your liking, that we would pick up the conversation again? If you wanted to bitch and not have any feedback, I suggest you start a private blog. But don't treat me as if I have no thoughts of my own, no feelings, no opinions. Don't treat me as though I'm some machine on the other end of the line to just hear what you have to say and then switch off once you're done.

Although I've gone through listening to so many people gripe, none have made me felt so used as you have. The worst part of it all is how disappointed you made me with the way you just think that it's some issue to be taken lightly, that apologising seems to be too much for something so "trivial".

I'd sooner be stupid than rude. 

Stupidity can be forgiven, but unnecessary rudeness is rarely forgiven or forgotten.

Stop And Stare

Once again I happen to fall asleep with my fingers on the computer, probably for about an hour, and then I can't go back to sleep. My eyes are tired but there's that irritating feeling that is just stuck and trying very hard to get out. Music can't seem to help with sleep but it's making me cry for some odd reason. I really wonder if I'm still secretly mourning my grandfather's passing, or is it the fact that I'm just thinking of all the loved ones I miss because they are no longer with me.

Could it possibly be stress? I've been wanting to get away for some time but haven't been able to. Would that even help? It's just like running away from the problem for that short period of time and then it's back to square one when you get back to reality. Then there's the stupid diabetes I've got to get under control or else I've got to inject myself daily when I can't even prick my own finger just to do the blood test.

I need to talk, but if I don't even know what is bothering me, how am I going to get anything out? Seems like all I can do now is stare at the music list, even though my eyes are seriously hurting just to edit this post.

I Love My Job, Just Hate The Company

After a week since that irritating day, even after sort of talking it out with Yau Ching, as well as explaining the whole thing to Adi, I thought that I'd had gotten over it. Apparently not. Disappointment and anger still bubbled up to the surface when I was mentioning everything to Adi.

It's rather funny that with regards to one person, it's the bad habits that is the cause of my frustration, while for the other person, it's some new (albeit bad) attitude that is pissing me off. It's hard for Y. C. to see the new attitude as he hasn't really worked with the person long enough, but Adi could, and that's one part that is really disappointing.

I guess my problem is that I love the job, and when it comes to the point where the company, or in this case, the colleagues, piss you off, what am I to do? Leave the job or wait till the problem goes away? If it's the latter, I hope it's fast. Then again, I might just have more important things to focus on soon.

Maybe You Should Worry About Finding New Part-Timers?

Well the day started fine enough until one family came by, with the mom being a bitch with her 'concerned' questions regarding our menu's items. I understand your kids have allergies, and that you're making sure that we don't kill them by accident, but you seriously didn't have to ask me things as though I was some incompetent person suggesting things off the menu just to make a few extra dollars. First off, I've taken your order before as I recall your two girls having to share one drink and can never seem to agree on how they want it. How about you stop being a cheapskate and just get them a drink each? Or since you were so smart today to take half the drink away, why not just let them have a glass each to go so they can enjoy their own drink. Oh wait... I head back to my first observation, that you're cheap. So cheap you'll charge $6 to the credit card just to get points. So the next time you see me, I probably won't be bothered to take your order, and just send my manager to you since you seem to only want to talk to him.

Then cue the people in the 2nd shift. I honestly don't know if some people are just plain ignorant, or is it about time they changed their shitty working attitudes. After finding out that they didn't receive much of a bonus this year, people at work are not only less motivated to work, some seem to have lost all sense of duty. 

I wonder if they realise why there is such a thing as a schedule, and that on the schedule, there are times to indicate the flow of staff for the day. If you're not going to work when you step into the outlet, why bother coming in at all? So if you already stepped into the outlet, why aren't you taking over tasks from the 1st shift? It's rather easy to guess who you should be taking over if there are 3 people in the morning and 3 working in the evening. 

Then they take their own sweet time to get things done, including going for their breaks. Hellloooooooooooooo? Did you not see that I am supposed to be leaving at 4 and you're still at the outlet instead of banking in the previous day's takings, you still haven't gone for your break, and lets not forget that the 1st shift hasn't gone for their break either. Plus we can't forget the one who decided to slowly pack things away after retrieving them from the store, getting in the way half the time. Don't you realise that it was only the two of us and that I was taking, as well as, preparing orders while you took your time to unload the trolley? 

Then came the point where I really started to get pissed off - when some people decide to leave the bar unattended just because I was there. Did you even know the reason I came up was because you were so bloody slow just getting drinks out? Did you even realise that I just went up to prepare the fruit salad? I can't believe you even have the cheek to step down and actually let the next order sit on the spike for me to prepare. Was it even right to have me, the part-timer, to ask one of you full-timers to actually get the thing done because it seems all of you were too blind to see I was busy with another order of fruit salad that had to be prepared from scratch? What is the use in dreaming about big bonuses and bigger paychecks when you don't even pull the weight of your own title? And back to the schedule... you were supposed to take over my shift, therefore take over the bar. The very reason I stepped down from it when you were finally done with shoving everything in their right hiding place was so you could get the bar to the way you wanted. 

So the crowd came streaming in just as I was supposed to leave, but I already knew I had to extend my time, well I thought at least until someone more capable came back from their break. But lo and behold, the person comes back and seems to have decided to play around with the cash register instead, at the same time asking the ignorant one to take their break. Even after the hint that I was supposed to be heading home, no one seems to bother taking over the bar, the only question I get directed to me was if I could stay till 6, and this was the 2nd extension. I really didn't see why I had to stay any further when all I ended up doing was to complete and order, walk around, clean things, stare at the cakes, and head to the kitchen to bitch to Adi. If I could do that, why couldn't someone else just do my job at that point? 

What's the use of complaining that running costs for the outlet is high when you're wasting money keeping me there for another hour? What's the use of having everyone with nice titles above their names when they don't seem to pull their weights. Do these people even deserve the titles, let alone their pay?

The last straw came when I was told to leave. Not that I wasn't happy about finally being let off, but it's the way, or the tone of voice, that sent me over the edge. From the same person who says that some people need to learn about intonation when speaking to customers, this one needs with staff. When you finally want me to go, did you have to say it as though I was breaking things and you had to send me out of the place? Furthermore, did you realise how stupid it was to ask me to take a half hour break at 5.30 when you said you want me to stay till 6? Yes, I was already pissed off and my attitude wasn't the best at the point, so did you really not expect me to talk back when you're asking me to do something ridiculous? 

Somehow I just felt that I was being taken for granted. I'm there to help, but I'm not there to be taken advantage of. Why did it have to take for me to break down that you finally realised that there was something wrong? 

Finally, do you seriously think I will tell you what's wrong with me when you're part of the problem? Since you're all 'worried about me', how about worrying about getting a new part-timer?

Unfair Empathy

Em⋅pa⋅thy: the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another.

Sometimes I wonder what is the cause of that feeling that comes once in a while to bug the shit out of me for days on end. How is it I'm so affected by just someone's mood changing?

Somehow when your mood went downhill, I felt like shit. Why did it feel like it was my fault that you weren't all too happy with what went on today? I don't get how is it that the weight of your world decided to land on my shoulders and eat me from inside out.

Is it worth it to know people that well? To know what it is like to walk a mile in someone else's shoes?

It's not to say that empathy is all that bad. There's a time and place for everything. And when it hit me while giving a hug to Shirley at her mom's funeral, that's fine. I know how it feels to lose someone dear, and when a hug led to tears that time, it's all right. It's normal, it's expected.

However, when someone else's feelings have latched on to you, and in the end, it leads to that sickening feeling like I have something to apologise for - that I'm actually the guilty party, that I caused whatever sadness/anger you may feel - that just isn't right. Why must it be that I feel that I'm in the wrong even if I didn't do anything to harbour ill feelings? Why is it that I have to find out that it's actually not me who is angry or sad and yet I've to let it out on my side as well, so that I can feel better?

I wonder what if one day someone were to feel my weight on their shoulders. Can anyone really bear the weight?

Taking A Break

Need a break. Gonna cook. Be back when I feel better.

My Ears Are Giving Me A Headache!

Will the day that I start charging for counselling sessions ever come? Can listening to someone's sob story be held only in the closed room where no one else will find out about your little secrets? Where I'd finally be ready to actually listen to the crap u got stored up inside?

Sometimes I wonder how much money I'd be making if that was the case. I'm fine listening to your problems if you're a friend, or at least someone I've known for a bit. But these thoughts pop into my mind when some total stranger can come up to me and tell me their sob story.

How the hell do I get myself into such situations?

I can be waiting for my mom to get her groceries and somehow that's an open invitation to tell me their life story. It's amazing that they come up to me at the supermarket rather than at the hospital.

I meet them for the first time and they start getting emotional, telling me their problems and that somebody pisses them off. Some even go almost to the point of crying but I wonder if it's just the alcohol talking then.

Is it just me?

Am I too nice, smiling too much? I don't even smile enough at work!

Am I too sympathetic, empathetic? Do I care too much even though I try my best not to care at all? In the end, the problems that people have would kinda stick with you for a while and that's when the cesspit of problems starts giving me a problem. So if I care too much, I'd end up having major problems myself, just like now when I'm pissed off with the situation.

Do I have a some sort invisible sign on me that only people with something heavy on their hearts can see? Some weird sign that says: "I'm a walking listening ear! Come tell me your problems and let them leave your heart." Can some of you just ignore the sign? I mean how open can you get? Walk up to a total stranger and start a conversation telling your life's story. Honestly, have you spared a thought for the listening ear? That maybe they might not be interested? That they might think you're a bloody psycho? That it shocks the hell out of them because they're just not ready to have that kind of assault?

Yes it's an assault. It's rather horrible having to listen and dread the minute you decide to ask; "What do you think about it?" or "What do you think I should do?". Was I even supposed to take you seriously and listen to every word you say? Who the hell are you in the first place? I don't even know your bloody name and you expect me to listen and analyse your problem?

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

How I wish I can switch the sign off with a wiggle of my nose.

Karma's A Bitch

I don't know why you chose the way to do it but I don't think my mom deserved the way she was treated on your very last day with us. She treated you as a guest, almost as she would her own child, and you ungratefully left without saying a word, not even to confirm your departure.

Don't wanna think about it
Don't wanna talk about it
I'm just so sick about it
I can't believe it's ending this way

After all the chances I gave you, you still lied. After all the warnings I gave, you didn't even bother to stop or slow down. You said you wanted to change, to start being the person you want to be, the person that is not your dad, the person you seem to be turning into. Yet given the opportunity time and again, you don't grab it and , instead, run away. After all the help I've been offering, you leave and all that talk about not being able to repay me has just come true. Whatever you do won't change the past... it might help mend the fence but it won't change the fact you broke it with your choices.

Can you tell me is this fair?
Is the way it's really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?

It's sad that you've changed so much from the person I knew before. I hope deep down inside you're still the best friend I once had and that you meant everything you said then. I hope one day you start being the man that you think you are, or say you are... that you end up keeping the promises you've made.

Shoulda known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cry
It's breaking my heart to watch you run around
Cause I know that you're living a lie

I hope you hold on to your decision to quit that one bad habit and that it would domino to others. I hope you don't burn any more bridges as you might one day have to cross one you've just burnt. I don't hate you for what you've done... revenge cramps my style. I am, however, disappointed and all I can do is wish you all the best in days to come.

But that's ok baby, cause in time you will find
What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way, back around



Justin Timberlake- What Goes Around... Comes Around

You know where to find me.

Dedicated To One Person Close To Me

Beautiful Liar



Beyonce & Shakira

Bugger Off!

I didn't understand why I broke down yesterday until I started yapping with Amy about the week before. With everything going on, I just didn't have time to catch up with her and I guess that was something I really needed - rather badly considering the state I ended up in. What we managed to figure out was that I've been harbouring frustrations since the 20th, and all because of one person.

On the 20th, my sis and I were invited to a friends' place for their housewarming party, that was also partly in preparation for their wedding the following week. The day itself, the bugger texts us to ask if he could come over to use the computer, knowing that our weekends were out. After being told that he couldn't because we were on our way out, he still asks if we have any plans later that night. Since he was quite close to our friends' place, I gave him a call asking if he wanted to go out and I ended up getting an earful of whining. Seriously, u can just simply say no and suggest something else. So I end up getting pissed off with Mr Whiney who has finally decided to come over to our place so he could use the computer. Then he just can't let it end there and starts to irritate the hell out of me from the back seat of the cab. And I know chivalry is almost extinct but couldn't you, knowing you'll be picking my sis and I with the cab, at least sat in the front seat? Looking at u, the driver would be more scared of u jumping him than the other way around.

A few days later, there were plans to go out with a few of my colleagues and since clubbing was better with a bunch of friends, we decided to call Mr Whiney along. All was going alright until Mark had to leave and left me with the car. The whole plan was that I just had to drop them off later at a place where it would be easier to grab a cab and I could drive myself home after. Fine with me. At the end of the night though, the plan had changed somehow. I ended up having to drive everyone home and was alright with it as long as they knew how to get back. My colleagues made it really simple, knowing every turn to their place. Whiney on the other hand said he could direct me once I got near the place but after finding the stretch of road he had said he was familiar with, he didn't know shit where to go. He didn't even have the brains to say that he could just catch a cab from somewhere so that he'll make it home quick (even after a very direct hint from my sis). Instead, he had the cheek to grumble about us not stopping at McDonald's so that he could've grabbed a bite. What pissed me off here most was that he knew I had to work in a few hours and yet he just wasted everyone's time.

The most irritating part about him is the "I-know-it-all" and the "everyone-should-drop-what-they're-doing-and-entertain-me" attitudes that he carries with him. When people do entertain u, at least take their advice on what to do, especially if it's shopping advice from a girl. Don't go insulting them and contradicting urself. That just makes u look really stupid. Don't expect everyone who know, especially those you barely know to entertain u. Don't you dare go calling my friend a "rude bitch" either. U don't know her and she doesn't owe u anything. Plus it may be a guy thing, but asking my friend to get u girls cos u want a free fuck isn't the thing I need, or want, to hear. Have u seriously got no brains in there?

Finally, I don't get what he has a cellphone for. If he wants to know what someone is doing, why can't he just call the person up? It might be my sis, but since I'm not living with her at the moment, how would I know what her schedule is. Plus if u want to know about ur mom, why don't u just call ur mom? Seriously, calling my mom to find out about urs just brands u as stupid. Might as well walk ard with the t-shirt that says "I'm with stupid" and have it pointing at ur head.

Hate That You're Family

Free & Easy

After a really stressful month, I'm finally free from all the issues that held me down, that diverted my attention from everyday life, and from the people around me. I realised that people have told me things, or I've told them things, during that period of time, and I seem to remember them very vaguely. Worst of all, right when the assignments were due (or so I thought), my body got attacked by that menacing stomach virus, creating more problems. Now that I'm done with all the datelines and tests, I'm still left picking up some pieces, as well as starting anew on other aspects of life.

Soon all the problems faced in class with the essays will start again, but it'll be different this time since we at least know what we should be looking for. Unlike the last semester, where we were basically going into the library like 2 mountain tortoises, walking around slow and totally at a lost with what we were supposed to do. One thing though, Amy and I gave up on AP102, deciding that it would be a better option to just try it all over again instead of cracking our heads to finish the 2nd essay. Rather good choice, as it left me sometime to explore myself before the next term, which I haven't done in a while.

Whoopididoo!

Happy Freakin Birthday

Well as I expected, I didn't get what I want, and I can say it was the total opposite of what I was hoping for.

Started out at 3am when I gave up editing my essay because of tiredness and wanted to sleep. And did I get a good sleep? Nooooo.... I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, eyes sealed shut from tiredness, but my brain was racing about things in the coming 2 weeks. My head then starts to heat up as if I'm about to spit fire and my body is too bloody tired to get out of bed to take a shower. Finally, somehow, I got tired enough and fell asleep around 4am I think.

Later at 10am, my mom comes back to find the door latched and has to wake me up by calling me. So, yeah, this was my fault but she couldn't just call and tell me to open the door when I answered the phone. Nooooo.... Well I rejected the 1st call and I picked up the 2nd one. It was 10am in the morning and it didn't click in my mind that she couldn't get in. Pick up the 2nd call to find no one on the other end, and here I am getting pissed off that she didn't lock her phone and it's going off while she's walking (happened before so don't think it's impossible). 3rd call comes in and I'm greeted by a loud shout through the window and through the phone at the same time. Talk about a wake up call. Trudged out of bed, un-latched the door and went back to bed angry, and fell back to sleep.

My alarm then goes off about 2 hours later, yelling out to remind me that I had to get my butt to BBDC to practice my driving. Either I go or I waste my money, so I went and I think I shouldn't have. If the instructor almost having an accident with the bus wasn't enough of a bad sign, I don't know what was. The road conditions seemed to be crap today. Decisions had to be made and it seemed like almost every one I made was a bad one. That or it was people, on legs or vehicles, that wanted to get injured or killed by me. Maybe they were testing my patience, maybe testing my reaction time. I mean if it's your right of way, bloody cross the road, don't do the hokey pokey (put ur right foot in, put ur right foot out...) at the curb. If you're crossing you're grandfather's road can you do it a little faster unless you're old and have osteoporosis? What I really want to know is why some cyclist can't just ride on the pavement? Hello... it's not exactly the safest road to ride on with the L plates running about. Another thing is if u insist on cycling on the bloody road, stick to the fuckin side and not go zig-zagging in the middle of it. If you're riding a motorbike, can you please look who is behind you before you just decide to wobble off and brake suddenly to do a u-turn in the middle of the road? It's good I'm just learning or I'd wind the window down and flipped you the bird.

Best part of the whole lesson was driving back to school like a mad woman and parking the car to end the lesson. Felt damn good racing back, no competition on the slope up, and just turning in to park like it was my own carpark.

Good news was that psych classes were cancelled and that I had more time to do the damn essay. Seemed like the only good news of the day. Was hoping I could get Amy out but I think the haze deterred her. On my way back, I get a call from MJ. Felt bad talking to him with my disappointed and deflated attitude while he was trying his best to lift my confidence up. It was good hearing him happy with his new toy though. Got back and attended to my fish, which felt rather good, especially when I added the pretty plants into the tanks. Though I still hate that the mollies that just make babies like rabbits. Anyway, just more food for the terrapin then.

Went out with mom to Ikea later and hogged a table for dinner, followed with organising my essay (yeah, back to that shit again) information. What so bad about that? The food. Here I was glad that they had laksa as their local dish of the day. How good it was to find out that there was bloody milk in the dish. If you're stupid enough to think that I didn't know there was coconut milk in it, you probably have a coconut for ur head. The milk didn't take effect immediately, thank goodness, but I doubt I'm going to have a good sleep tonight either.

Breaking point was when a couple came along and they just had the most horrible table etiquette. I don't feel you have to know how to hold your fork and all, but they ate like bloody pigs. One was slurping every mouthful of food/drink and then tried to be posh by dissecting the chicken wing with a fork and spoon. The other just gobbled everything down, and kinda vacuumed the meat off the bones on the chicken wing. Just put the whole thing in the mouth and suck it right off, oil on the lips and fingers. Well at least there was that bit of decency to wash up after. In between they were conversing about the most boring shit ever. I really don't get them, and they didn't even have the courtesy to clear their crap after. Heck! I moved my shit so u can plonk ur butt down, interrupt my work, bore me to death and then u leave ur crap for me to look at. DAMN YOU!

Great!
Just fuckin great!

I'm Getting Old....And Losing It

BLAH!

I can't remember much about the year I was in Primary 5.

I can remember bits about kindergarten, Pr. 1 - 4, Pr. 6, but Pr. 5 is a big blur. The only thing I remember is the stupid Chinese teacher. I can't even remember the class or the form teacher.

Can anyone help me?

Seriously!