when its you, work and table tennis.

268 slides of chemistry. and counting.

its sunday. table tennis camp served its purpose, i guess. just a matter of days and i just about know everyone in it already. (; though the walk t pasir ris and then t east coast park was really, really, absofuckinglutely unneccessary.
what joy can one receive from walking.
25km.

well, you tell me.

its sunday. table tennis took up almost the entire week. and uh, so did kbox stomp the yard and the history boys. but not the point. chemistry. math. history. biology. TESTS.

three of which are due next week. did i say due? i meant HAPPENING. andAND there's table tennis. ohmygod.

the only thing left looking forward t- temasek idol; which basically means one thing- i have a shit life.

i hate t admit, its sunday.

an unfortunate event encapsulated day.

"Destiny is a good thing t accept when it's going your way. when it isn't, dont call it destiny; call it injustic, treachery, or simple bad luck."

bad luck.

everything has been translated, with the help of something called THE brain. (where's pinky?)

on a pretty fine saturday afternoon, a boy and two other friends got on a bus. the boy was without his student pass, which he then resorted t the usage of coins. *clatter of coins*

bus driver with a disgruntled look: what!
boy: 55 cents, im a student.
bus driver: show me your card.
boy: i wouldnt use coins if i had my card.
bus driver: no card, you're not a student.
boy: wait.
*runs up t his friend, borrows a student pass*
bus driver: is this yours
boy: no, its my friend's.
bus driver: im confiscating it.
boy: WHY
bus driver: illegal use of others' identity card.
boy: im not even using it, im just trying t verify that im a student, we're school mates.
bus driver: im confiscating it.
boy: look, im a student, and if that card doesnt suffice, i'll pay the adult fare, thats all.
bus driver: talk t my manager (bus drivers have managers?!)
boy: and where might he be
bus driver: at the interchange
random person: Oi uncle, i rushing t work you know!
boy: i dont have all the time in the world. you took the money AND the card. and now you want me t go down t the office?
bus driver: talk t my manager (enough with the popstar shit already.)
boy: okay fine.

seems like they do have a policy against borrowing your friend's identity cards. well pengho has t wait five more working days before he gets his card back. or not. im sorry, pengho. ><

after the incident i couldnt have felt worse. all that, over 60 cents. am i being too judgemental, or is the system effing rigid.

anyway. tampines was where i wanted t go, t have my ears pierced, again. both, this time. (it hurt the second time, though.) apparently i had t purchase a standard ticket, and whilst i was doing so, a man came up t me. middle-aged. speaks retardo tongue- basically speaks like a retard.

man: ehh can you help me, i need go serangoon ah, but i no enough money, and i dont know how t go..
i decided t be nice. as usual.
me: okay. i help you check.
~searched for serangoon, bought him a $2.70 ticket, inclusive of $1 deposit.
me: okay we're at bedok now, first you have t alight at cityhall, then change train, and alight at dhoby ghaut before changing again, okay?
man: okay okay.
me: after you're at serangoon you can put this card in the machine and you'll get back a dollar deposit, okay?
man: okay okay.

i took my own ticket and went in. this was when i realised he didnt enter the station, but rather, talked t the man at the control station. shortly after which he left. i was curious; i asked.

me: what did the guy who was here just now ask you about?
guy: oh, he wanted t refund his serangoon standard ticket, he pressed it wrongly.
me: you mean you can actually do that?
guy: yup, if its still unused.
me: oh-kay..

so i got cheated. of course i did explore the possibilities of him cheating me, still i gave him the benefit of the doubt.

it was just a matter of dollars. still.

that wickscoundrelosfrofuciuslousassswipe CHEATED ME.


seriously, does walking around with a pillow really make me such an easy target? ><

whatever happened t conscience. this blog should be renamed-
consciencedoesntexist.blogspot.com.

first day at work.

finally got down t actually doing something yesterday- work.

working at thai-pan was harder than i thought. >< being a waiter isnt that easy, afterall. the boss's right, the service industry is definitely more sophisticated than it seems. it takes more than just common sense t make a customer feel comfortable.

first day at work, and i've met at least 8 people i know. all with the same expression- "huh! ohmygod, you work here?!"

tough luck? tell me about it.

mylegsarealltiredandmoppingtheflooriswithinthejobscope. ugh.

im going t let you on a little secret i discovered.
when you're working,
TIME DOESNT MOVE!
oh yes, it takes practically forever before 5 hours' up, trust me.

okay, so i get the experience. and a shirt.
5.30-10.30 later, AND ITS A WEEKEND.

godbless.