You know my name but not not my story ♥♥

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Good week today. Good week.
work was good. Nothing special.
Thurday was shopping day w Ana, Eunice and Suning.
OH EMM GEE! the chaos. till my shoes broke.
haha. bought a maxi dress and a cute top. Thought i was implusive..
till i met Eunice Lau. good lord that girl. HAHHA.
turns out i was not only impulsive but downright lazy also. never was to try on clothes.
it was good therapy.

Then Friday was the best day ever!
Dy fetched me from school and we had Seoul Garden for lunch.
Wanted to watched Percy Jackson but the queue was impossible. Played Arcade instead.
but didnt win anything. felt a bit disapointed.Dy told me to cheer up and we went to our usual spot to just sit and talk and laugh. Missed him so much. He has taken off from work so that he could accompany me to take my results this week. i can tell.. This week is gg be hell..

retail therapy my temporary escape
Everything else just adds to the anxiousness

The clock is ticking now,
the dreadful day drawing near.
As the last leaf falls
i pray,
not for a miracle,
definitely not for something i don't deserve
but just for strength
and to have a little hope
in the best,
in what will happen,
that i will take it in my stride
and walk out with my head held high
knowing i did my best
tears may flow, streaming down
maybe of joy?
sorrow?
injustice?
or just luck?
it all still comes down to just one thing
to have a place to what is regarded necessity
in this circle.
everything else is beneath.
So you tell me,
is it too much to expect to at least
get enough?
it just drips with irony,
how your best may not be good enough
you are defined by society
and not by you
narrow i maybe to think
that there is only one path to choose
but would you settle for anything less
when you know you are capable for achieving
the best?

Despite the fact that i am very careless and tend to be quite destructive with my gadgets, i am getting a blackberry (Y)
Yes, don't laugh all you who doubt me. I'll take care of this one okayy.
Won't be getting the bold 9700 cause i don;t really like the design. i dunno. its just me i guess. SOOOOO... i'm hoping to get the bold 9000. The one with the circle thingy in the middle. Its looks so good. CAN'T WAIT! CAN'T WAIT! I want it so bad till i dreamt about it a few days ago. HAHAHA. YES, ITS THAT BAD.

i'm so goddamn excited.

not much to update recently cause i've been working. so is dy. and our schedule clashes. so our meetings have been cut down drastically. really. i think this is how it'll be like when he goes to NS. so must start practicing now so i won't wither away in loneliness when he's at camp later. a bit dramatic lah but whatever.

No better way to spend my long weekend then with 25 essays.
lovely. just peachy.

i'm v v v angsty so i'm going to rant. You dont want to read then shut up and go away.

I HATE YOU BANGLAS THAT LIKE TO SIT BESIDE GIRLS EVEN THOUGH THE BUS IS PRACTICALLY EMPTY YOU BLIND ASS like hello. don't think we don't know what's going on in that pervy head of yours. Still can pretend to play with your stupid nokia8250 phone like as if it has wi-fi and mp3 storage space. Every morning, 180 will stop at this construction site that is choke full of banglas. And they all have this same kind of leacherous face that will scan the bus for potential targets. Then they will always sit next to girls. ALWAYS. and will sit so close some more. WHAT DOES THAT DO TO YOUR LIFE YOU FREAKS?. I had the utmost misfortunte to come across one of them on my way to work. Curse my misfortune for sitting on the inner sit. That guy was sitting with his legs opened so wide like noboy's business. YOU ARE INTRUDING MY PERSONAL SPACE. OI! so early in the morning man! please curb your enthusiasm. good lord.

I HATE YOU PEOPLE THAT SLEEP UNTIL YOU CANNOT VERY WELL CONTROL YOU GOD DAMN HEADS If you are so tired please do everyone a favor and lean your head back.or take a cab. whichever rocks your boat. But please for god's sake, dont try to pretend your filmsy neck is strong enough to support that head of yours and go on to sleep with your head hanging precariously(and with you possibly salivating)that it ends up on the other person's shoulder. WALAU! WHO THE HELL AM I TO YOUUUU THAT YOU CAN REST YOUR HEAD ON ME? it is undeniably, the most annoying thing that could happen when you take public transport. Makes me just want to elbow him in the stomach.same thing.ITS MY PERSONAL SPACE. i like my personal space. so?

I FREAKING HATE PROCRASTINATORS. MAJOR LIARS. Don't even need to say anything about this.UGGGH!fickle people.fickle people.WASTING MY TIME! hurry up so i can get my pay already. its feb now. hello!

MY BOYFRIEND IS WORKING NON STOP i swear, that building is so ginormous that no amout of people is ever enough to run it. until need to make my baby work so many days without rest. WITHOUT REST! if he faints how? HOW? you tell me. what if he is so tired that the cupboard falls on him and he gets squashed?:( :( the sad life of the girlfriend of the dead beat boyfriend. i should be thankful that at least they have good food and breaks. BUT WHERE CAN THE FOOD RUN OUT EVEN BEFORE THE EMPLOYEE'S DINNERTIME YOU LUNATICS!then what are they supposed to eat? where are they gona get energy for all the manual labour huh? huh? grass is it? OMG. and some of your employees are aged. have a buffet! confirm your workers will be bouncing off the walls with joy. lifting cupboards will be a breeze.

I HAVENT GONE SHOPPING FOR SO LONG THAT IT PISSES ME OFF TO NO END Maybe i'm so angsty cause i haven gone shopping? its so irritating. i use to have so much free time man. I seriously live a boring and anti-climax life. Where is the excitment. i like to spend my money where i can see it..like hanging in my wardrobe for example. plus, if i don't spend it on tangibles, i will most probably spend it on food. good job. gooooood job. i'll end up dying fat and ugly. lovely.

I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO WEAR TO WORK dress codes makes my life hell.
i spend half my time thinking of what to wear. and the other half trying not to repeat what i worn. righhhttt. HAIYA! MY LIFE SERIOUSLY IS DWINDLING BEFORE MY EYES.

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woohoo.


Me:Who's that?
Suning: Olivia Wilde. Maxim's number one. Eh. What kind of face structure is this?
Me: Square.. i think?
Suning: Yeahh.
Me:You know what.... She looks like optimus prime!
Suning: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
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same jaw structure don't you think??



Wanted to post so many things but procrastinated then in the end forgot what i wanted to write. good job.goooood job.

ANW..
As i sit here writing this, i'm thinking to myself, remember the times you'll hear stories from mothers, aunties etc how their sons/daughters used to pretend to be doctors,lawyers when they were younger then when they grow up they really became doctors/lawyers?

When i was younger, i was always playing the mega-powerful woman who owned the world and all the rest are my bitches( not really la.. but along that line)My point is, i liked being someone and doing something so goddamn awesome.

But here i am, in the staff room, being employed by my old school, to teach geography. AND AND AND i'm tutoring.

So if people who used to pretend to be doctors, in the end really became doctors cause talent is nurtured at a young age, then i am meant to be a teacher??
-________-" WALAU. my life so anti-climax and B-O-R-I-N-G can.

No offence to the profession in question. Granted i owe my teachers a lot cause without them i won't be where i am today. c'mon, i not that ungrateful.
But i just have ABSOLUTELY no interest in being one. PLUS, with my kind of attitude, for sure kene fired.

Imagine:
Girl: Ms Dinah, i don't understand this part.
Me: Where? HUH? OH MY GOD! its damn easy can! read properly. this kind of people.. tsk tsk.(walks away)

OR WORSE STILL

Girl: Ms Dinah, is my answer correct?
Me: AHAHAHAHAHAHH! SIAO UH! WHO TEACH YOU SUCH THING ONE!

wah. best man. confirm die.
Even though i may not admit or maybe seem like it, deep down i'm a pure bred minah (time to take out the bright red skinnys)
So don't blame me, blame the genes.

For the time being, i shall just embrace the moment, because the job is not so hard .yet. and the pay is not bad.

Don't deny, we all work for the money.
If the pay is like $2 per hour you want meh?
Of course i'm exaggerating but if the pay so little you also don't feel like working.
Its free labour man.

so ya. for now. i am a teacher:)