Yay. I finally got a seat on 969 this morning. And I slept with my head resting against the window and sliding down to the wall below. Wow I must be tired.

And it was raining like pussies and bitches. RUN IT.

Eve of Teacher’s Day but we didn’t get to celebrate or go back to secondary school. Work work work. Quite demanding eh. VisCo. Cut paste cut paste.

I got back my Exercise 4. 8 out of 10. Tied with Jayne, Kai En, Simone — yup yup. Is it my colour scheme? (Omg Simone had to go and use GOLD. GOLD PAPER! Wow Simone. Just wow.) Or is my pasting really creative? I got no clue.

Naziehah sat beside me. Hmm. Feeling quite pissed that she was using me for my materials. She borrowed almost everything I had that she didn’t have. Not even a long ruler. Not even glue. Not even paper. She’s a full time worker you know? $8 an hour? Obviously she doesn’t take school seriously. And why am I not surprised by the amount of absents she has been acting up since the beginning?

I ask her why she’s working that much.

To be successful in life. WTF. Her goals are overly long term. Oh well. I don’t give a shit if she fails VisCo, like she did for CreTh and Typo.

Compared to me. Why am I working? Honestly, I don’t know. To train my arm muscles? Haha. I dunno.

Speaking of muscles, today I ate A LOT. How many of sugar peanuts, spaghetti, fish and chips, drinks drinks drinks, paus, Old Chang Kee … wow I feel like Standley’s hungry ghost possessed me or something. Oh good Lord no.

Stayed back till 8 with Kai En, Jocelyn, Amanda and Ferooze. Laughed and laughed like happy children in school. SO FUNNY.

Hey! Joakim Gomez son of an Indian bitch is out.

It’s about time.

Next is Paul. That guy who can’t sing without a mic-stand. What a noob.

I have thumbed Paris Hilton’s and Christina Aguilera’s new albums into Kai En’s thumbdrive. “Thumby Jr.”

Puh-LEAZE. My thumbdrive has a sluttier name. “Legend Isabella.” Don’t you love it?

Hi.

Christina Aguilera’s new album rocks, as expected. My favourite track is the last track of the second CD. “The Right Man.” It’s the best song ever, can.

(PLUG: Cliquedom! Chapter 2.)

Today … I didn’t manage to finish pasting. Yes, I wore foundation again.
Ahh heck care.
I made it a mess and there’s no turning back.
Handed it in anyway.

Simone’s one was beautiful.
Simone is beautiful.

Erm… *ahem*

My greys looked disgusting. I hate the smell of acrylic paint. Grotesque much.

I love to laugh out loud. Those sounds of cars and “don’t try to don’t sleep” and self-sucking and I can just die.

Waited for Cherine, then she, AJYNE and Yi Ling and I ate… while Ferooze ate with Mandy, Kaidy and Jocedy.

Rained heavily.

So sad.

Working later.

My life is boring can!!! Shut up your mouth.

Hey hey.

Did you know… Pluto is no longer a planet? Yup. From 9 planets… now down to 8. Just because it’s orbit intersects Neptune bla bla bla. This is earth-shattering, no pun intended, but like OH MY GOSH, PEOPLE PEOPLE ~~~ we have no more Pluto. I hate you scientists.

Today was school day. Yip–pee. I put lots of lots and lots of foundation my face today. And lipstick too, but I got no clue where it went. Bla. Lipstick tastes yuck. Plus, since it’s so red, it makes my lips so WenHao.

People were like … jaw drops when they found out I was wearing make-up. Oh, for the love of Christ, I just wanna cover my outbreaks can. [I shan't talk about Yi Ling.]

Gosh I didn’t even cut anything out yet.

But oh yay, the lecture went great. What was it? Planar and Recessional. Wow. That was really interesting. I dunchknow. Keejan makes lectures interesting with his vortex analogies. Wahahaha.

Spent the rest of VisCo cutting cutting cutting. I think my shapes look crap.

Eh and look at my Exercise 3! 7/10! Kyool.

After that, pretty much went to town with CherBear, Rooze-ter, AJYNE, Jane Hooy and Yi Shun Ling to … eat lunch.

Jane Hooy looks, in the words of Tan Kai En… GOOOOHHHH-GEOUS.

Then there’s this whole Bus 65 ordeal… rushing for the one in front of our Bus 23. Ooooh yes. I sit beside AJYNE why? How would I know?

Without make up. Without Photoshop.

Without make up. With Photoshop.

With make up. Without Photoshop.

With make up. With Photoshop.

Art Friend? Omg I no money can. They all got their much much expensivitoes acrylic paint tubes to the beat like *WHAT*. You want my wallet to die?! Ok la, I got a goat (got a goat?) hair brush.

VisCompo is like BaPhoto #2. Money wasted on assignments. Cries.

I held Jayne’s hand just now. And everyone saw. I was expecting like FIREWORKS and bluebirds in the sky chirping in ecstasy and sweaty palms. Sobs. None of that. Either there’s no chemistry or I’m gay. Or she’s gay.

Ate at Pastamania. Buddy meal’s so ex. La la la. Cherine showed me a magic trick. I shouted a bit in unexpected surprise and whoa. That was cool.

Sometimes, I can’t help my laughter. I laugh like a witch.

And we all went home in happiness.

I was admiring myself in reflections. CAN I GET ANY HODDER? Oh my gosh, I’m so sexy. If I were single right now, I would so TOTALLY date myself. I would even stead myself. Heck, I’d marry myself. I’d buy myself engagement AND wedding rings and weawr them on both hands.

Wahahaha.

That’s how narcissistic I am.

Then just now I went to Popular Northpoint to find more black paper.

I went in and activated the sensors. BEEP BEEP BEEP. Check my bag… nothing. My A3 file? Nothing too.

It was my ZA foundation. Hahahaha.

I left the place, and once again, activated the sensors.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP oh Lord.

Here’s some random pics from my handphone.

Changi Airport with family. Notice the silver device my fat brother is holding.

Darling Standley. Notice my boyfriend in the white shirt.

What can I say. Ferooze, Jayne, Cherine. MRT. So cliche.

Lecture #1.

Forgot where I took this.

My favourite pic ever. Damn nice. Standley and CherBear.

Notice the slut. Up to you to decide who.

Ferooze and Jane Hooy. Winks.

Damn… it’s Darren. This guy is DAMN hairy. So unlike Standleigh.

Work today, and thank God I didn’t have to wake up early. Yippee. 12 PM shift till 5, but I arrived damn early in Tampines, so I went to buy a cheese pancake from QBread.

I pictured like soft liquidy cheese just OOOOZING out of the pancake but I was like WTF when the cheese was like… inaudibly tasteless. Tsk. No flavour. =
Worked with Francis and Yuan Pei… us 3 runners. Only. I got S1/S2. Haha. So fun. S2 is a damn demanding job. I’d rather do S1 any day than S2.

* S1 : Serve food
* S2 : Cut bread, pour water, refill water, refill water for customers, serve bread, serve water, top up butter/knives wahahahahaahahahahahahaha

Yay. Sze Ling is a great cashier.

And Ahba was a TRAINEE BAR(maid?) lmao. He was like memorizing how to make the waffles and stuff. And practiced making lattes. Woohoo.

I taught Francis how to “maintenance” the tables.

Then when Francis left at 3, he gave Ahba the “brudda” handshake and a hug/pat… while he only just waved at me. I’m like… bla. It’s because I’m gayer than you right! I don’t like bruddas. I will never be a brudda. It’s damn black. How Malay/Indian is the bruddahood!

Yup.

Going home, I bought chocolate waffle from Qbread. OK, another mistake. I pictured like soft liquidy chocolate just OOOOZING out of the pancake but I was like WTF when the chocolate was like… inaudibly lacking. Tsk. No more patronising stupid Qbread. =
Firstly, their sucktastic muffins.
Then, their dumb ass pancakes.

Ok ok whatev.

Nowadays I can’t help but sleep on the bus. Rock on.

And I didn’t know that I had chocolate stains (from the pancake) on my mouth till I got home. OMG so pai seh leh.

TOMORROW.
I’m going to wear makeup.
Watch for me Ferooze.
I’m going to be a doll.

HAHA.

Actually, I’m going to wear makeup because I have blemishes. Especially on my upper lip. Now I look like Stacie Orrico… or a Christian slut. Yuck.

That’s it. A whole month working. Seems like not a lot.

I wonder how much money I’ve made now.

Wanna work like hell till the end of August. Then can relax as VisCo starts getting bitchier.

Today I woke up at 5.30 AM.
Reached work to do opening at 7.
I hate breakfast time.
And the bitchy customers.

Yay I bought a new shirt. It’s *so* expensive. And so airy because it’s so fucking huge. Whoopee.

Urm. Yeah. Still got a lot to do, school-wise.

Oh my workshit.

PS: I love New York.

Friday night — WORK

All I have to say is… Francis, the trainee, ROCKED at B2. That is all.

(PLUG: Cliquedom! Chapter One.)

Saturday morning — WORK

Wahoo. Work. My real first time as Host. Wow. I rocked, but Ahba said I hosted wrongly because the people were kanchiong-ing inside the place. Bleh. Yes, there is a right and wrong way. For the love of good Lord.

A nice new trainee. What’s his name. It’s Chinese so I can’t remember. But he rocks can. But he B2s a bit slow. Never mind. Trainee leh. What to do.

Host was quite good. I love greeting people. Plus, I don’t think I’m super shy anymore. Cartel has taught me how to be outgoing and fake my happiness even more. Though standing from 9 to 5… yup, 8 hours… really has a toll on my legs. Oh fuck the pain.

Then in the bus home, I sat next to this teenage Malay guy. I dozed off, as usual, and that guy started like fighting for leg space and nudging my cheek with his elbow and being an annoying motherfucker.

I HATE MALAYS.

^{**PS: I’m racist. I’m fucking racist. I thank my lucky stars I wasn’t born Malay. I don’t support racism but I favour Chinese over anything else. Touche. China rocks.}

Time flies damn fast when you have 12 hours of VisCompo each week.

Jane Hooy absent. Amanda absent. Cherine absent.

(PLUG: Cliquedom!)

As usual, I was dozing off in the bus. Standing up. Haha. Idiot. Getting more and more pimples due to lack of sleep. That’s why I’m probably grumpy all the time too.

VisCo was fun. I got to use my pink, purple and pink-blue papers. Haha. I felt so damn pai seh cutting out these colours.

People probably think I’m sucking up to Kee Jan. WHICH IS SO NOT TRUE. I happen to LOVE purple but Ferooze chose the other two colours for me… analogous mah.

I think I’m going to get lower than 8 marks this time. Yes, people. I got 8/10 for Exercise 2. Lol. My prayers were answered! Keejan said I had “sparkles” of dunnowhat. I feel happy. Keejan made fun of Ferooze, Kai En and Nadia’s size. But complimented their dancing. -.-

Today’s exercise ended damn early.

(PLUG: Cliquedom!)

Went to eat with Yiling, Ferooze and AJYNE at the canteen. Bleh. Ferooze left early. And Yiling wanted to have RuiEn’s hair. LIKE OMFG ME TOO.

She’s gonna cut hair. Benjamin self-cut his hair. LIKE OMFG NOT ME CAN.

I went to Northpoint to buy Clearasil’s Spot cleaning shit. I hope it works. I really REALLY need to sleep. I couldn’t find the Tzone lipstick. Shat.

Woke up feeling sleepy. Damn. I hate closing. And the sucktastic transport.

Went to school… dozing… even my blastic mp3 couldn’t effing wake me.

VisCo. Zzz. Got 7/10 for my first assignment. That’s like my birthday la. Simonee got full marks. Waa. He said I “had my moments” of brilliance. Yes. Yes. I know. Inspiration makes me dance.

Chongkeejan said I’m untidy, untidy, untidy. Ya ya, you don’t have to tell that to the whole class whyduncha.

I pray to God I score better for assignment 2.

Ferooze the slowpoke.

Yi Ling went to eat and stuff.

Cherine did her VisCo which looked utterly profound.

Pastamania to eat? Oh yes. CherBear, Fefe, and AJYNE together to Pastamania at Tampines Mall to gobble down pasta pasta oh yes mama sweet sweet pasta. AYJNE CAN FLY!!! WHOOSH~~!

I got booked in for work last minute today.

I took the bus 969, fell into a deep sleep, and the bus driver woke me up AT WOODLANDS. So embarrassing can. Took train back to Yishun.

Grabbed clothes. Rushed out. Fell into another deep sleep. Ran, got changed, arrived at work.

S’posed to be B2, changed to S2, then changed to S1, but did lots of B2 anyway.

The B2 was supposed to be Bernard, the intimidating-Ahbeng. I found out that he’s not that intimidating la. (He will never scold people.) He’s got a soft rabbit personality. He’s a sweet sweet sweet sweet ah beng. I like. I like very much. Oh. The smell of his odour (yes, odour. Odiferous odour.) makes me grin in utmost delight.

I confessed to him that I found him scary on the first day.

Ah dang Bernard. You are such a great beng.

He has a hot moustache. Booyah.

Worked till closing.

I wanna catch up on my sleep can.

ZZZZZZ.

I haven’t been sleeping well at all.

I got $60 these 2 days. Celebrate much?

Too tired. I’mma go into deep sleep. AGAIN.

Today, I found out at the bus stop that I didn’t bring my wallet. I went home to fetch it… and on my second trip to the bus stop, I saw a half-finished cigarette. Viceroy, my fave. Of course I picked it up and sucked till the stupid cig ran out of juice. Wow. That got me high. I tried calling/waking up Ferooze to tell him about the amazing miracle that befell me but he was being a Snorlax.

Kind of late, because I bought glue from the bookshop and sharpener and cartridge paper. Oh my effin’ goodness. $9.20. I might’ve died.

I sat in front of the class. (In front of Keejan’s eyes.) I don’t know why. I just did. No one sat with me. Regina sits across me.

Keejan asked what my CreTh works were. Wow. I’m that invisible eh? I’m so wallflower. Senile? I don’t think so.

The work today was quite fun. I think Faith’s was the best by far. I tried to be tidy and accurate, it was my best effort, omg la. But I finished it pretty early; Yi Ling finished earlier. Jayne, Ferooze, Kai En and Amanda were somewhat lagging. Not that that’s a bad thing — they finished before 12 PM anyway.

Kai En and Amanda were makin’ me laugh harhar.

Pastamania? Not even 2 PM.

KFC then. With Bulby, FeROOSTER, Jane, Yi Ling… wow. I was so hot. I mean sweating.

Talked loads of shat.

The person didn’t wanna give coupons.

Oh yes. Bulby took a few of my fries. Bulby should lick the ice-cream like Jessica Simpson.

Yi Ling tells beautiful grandmother stories. I felt like laughing.

Ferooze spent so much money on necessities. I’m appalled.

I tried a sample of strawberry smoothie at the Tampines MRT smoothie shop. Haha. I’m patronising it now. $2 and tastes damn good.

Reached home at 4.30 PM.

SO MUCH PAPER BURNING.

Left home at 5 PM.

Work!

LEWIS LEWIS HE’S THA MAN.

There’s a trainee named Estella. Damn. She’s hot. But looked unhappy and shy. Probably because she’s hosting. Unlike me. Gay and outgoing. I love guiding people. My faux smile and faux laughter and faux happiness makes the customers keep coming back for more of me.

I never saw Jerome guide today. I did most of it. Damn. I’m good.

This old couple thought I was a 15-year-old boy. Just because I’m bursting with fresh zesty pineapple sauce?

Then I got tired then my energy started to drain.

SURPRISE VISIT!

Dominic! (Doesn’t that look like ‘demonic?’) The 2nd-year from CampIgnite! He wanted the Aunty Amy. La la la. I recognized him. Like omg. Firstly, he thought I was Eurasian. Then he said I looked a bit Malay. Then his friend said I was like Peranakan. I nodded my head in delight.

And he said I looked like Roseanne.

I find that both a compliment and insult.

I’m trying to be my own person, can. I want people to say, “You look like Pamela Anderson.” Then I’d be happy.

Worked till closing.

Not bad. Not bad at all. Lewis rocked. I rocked. But Wee Mui thought I didn’t wipe under the menu standees. What the hell ~~ I didn’t even complete everything la. I only did half the total tables.

It’s OK.

Ben Yeo told me I shouldn’t wear contact lens in F&B because of dry air aircon humidity bla bla bla. That made sense.

Good work for closing everyone.

Let’s go home. I love you Lewis. And you Jerome. And you Estella.

3rd September - Azizah Aziz’s bungalow shu fen allison marie… party

Visual composition. Not bad.

Class was like Ferooze, Kai En, Amanda, Jayne, Jane, Yi Ling, Charli, Stacy, Bernice, Faith, Jiaxin, Zhang Rong, Naziehah, Pearly, Simone, Nadia, Regina, Amalina … a fun fun class. Wahahahaha.

Chongkeejan tied up his hair like WTF. He remembered me vaguely. Wahahahaha. I left no impression on him whatsoever. =)

VisCo is fun indeed. Linear and painterly. What crap-ola.

I missed Poly food.
I missed everyone.

I’m gonna write fiction about stuff. Something dot blogspot dot com.

I was rude to Standley today for no reason. I know he meant no harm. I’m sorry hunny. I just don’t like school. I don’t like Jayne either.

Cherine thought I was bitchy today. Urgh. Rolls eyes. ^It _takes ^one _to ^know _one. Haha.

I’m sorry. People have been nothing but disrespectful to me. How do *YOU* feel if someone asks you to get them icewater, peach iced tea, milo, spaghetti bla bla bla…. for nothing in return?

That’s right Jayne. And Ferooze. I’m talking to you. Answer me.

At least Ferooze is not so bad. He uses his own money.

I don’t have my POSBank thing with me. I don’t have cash. Thus, I won’t friggin pay for anyone because of my lack of money. Hi Cherine. And Jayne. Your guy friends pay for your meals? I feel so sorry for their pockets. Nonetheless, there must be a reason why they’re paying for you right. Uh huh. Too bad I’m poor.

What can I say.

Girls don’t like boys, girls like cars and money.

Good Lord Charlotte.

It’s hard to find a decent girl these days.