An old man tried to flirt with me!! Well, I think it's hardly surprising because I doubt that even old man will be able to resist my charm. *Pouts* Haha! Seriously I think that most old men are "flirty" or rather, very ji go bei (pervertic). Haven't they realise by now that unless they're rich, no girls will give a damn about them? No matter how gentle they speak to us, how they look us in the eyes, how they smile, it only stir up queasiness in us and not interest, not even a teeny drop of it! Argh! I still feel so disgusted the moment I thought of how that old man tried to flirt with me! Hello uncle, I can only see lust in your eyes and a pervertic smile! Stop it! Otherwise I don't know what I'll do next time!
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First is the flirty uncle, which I consider is the milder case of the two. I'm really unlucky this week to bump into two thick skinned and deprived uncles! I was on my way to work on wednesday morning when I met the flithy one. let's named him "Mr Weak", I will explain why later on.
I was dozing off on the bus when the bus suddenly jerked and something soft press against my arm. I opened my eyes and saw this uncle, Mr Weak, standing beside my seat, facing me. I thought it was an accident that he bumped into me and I just let it passed. BUT this incident kept repeating over and over again throughout the bus journey! I was so damn pissed! I almost ALMOST stood up, grabbed his collar and yelled at him! But I realised that although he kept using his front to bump into me, it feels soft and not hard. Two senarios pop into my mind and I sort of pitied Mr Weak.
1) His belly is blocking the way. Thus, whenever he bump into me, I only feel his soft beer belly instead of his p*nis. Thank god! Now I know why middle age man develop belly. The creator of man( not neccesarily god) must had devise this way to protect young girls like me. Smart work, whoever you are!! So girls, next time don't despise those with beer bellies, those extra layer of fats protects you!
2) Mr Weak lives up to his name. If that is the case, he really needs to see the doctor or take Viagra. If he knocked into me so many times and yet his "brother" is still asleep, Mr Weak really deserves some sympathy. Don't you think so? *Sighs*
In case you want to know, I switched my seat after a few stops. I had no intention to wait for Mr Weak's brother to wake up.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
Work Is Depressing
Ok, I'm gonna sound stupid in this entry. Damn, work is depressing! I have no one to chat and I need to talk! I just cannot stand loneliness. Well, as if knowing my need to talk, boss instruct me to call up clients and update their particulars. *Screams* I'm TERRIFIED of calling strangers up! Other than this aspect of work that is killing me, the high heels I'm wearing to work is also killing me, literally. I really admire those girls who strut around in their high heels with no pain registered on their faces. What kind of Kung Fu did they learn?! Sign me up please! My feet looks like octopus tentacles! You know those suckers thingies on the tentacles? My blisters are beginning to look horribly like those suckers! Never realise that blisters can grow up to that size. My god, work is depressing!
*Sighs* Going to write down my office resolutions now.
1) You're going to act cheerful and greet everyone politely in the morning.
2) You're going to speak loudly so that they can hear you and greet back.
3) Let the blisters burst and heal and form and burst and heal and... Someday you're going to acquire that Kung Fu of wearing heels.
4) Do not stutter in front of ur caucasian boss. Heck, he speaks english fluently but that doesn't make him more superior. Can he speak chinese? At least you speak two languages! Ha!
5) Don't be so painfully shy! Learn from xiao pang! Haha!
6) Learn not to make careless mistakes and ask less questions. I know you're getting irritated to have to keep asking questions, not to mention ur superiors.
7) Try to be less stress. Getting stomachache every morning is a bad sign.
8) Get something to drink! Don't be so polite! I know you're very thristy though u don't talk much.
9) Speak slower on the phone and sound more confident. It's not about the tenses and grammer but about the confidence.
10) Talk to that cute IT guy.
Enjoy my work.. Enjoy my work.. ENJOY MY WORK!
*Sighs* Going to write down my office resolutions now.
1) You're going to act cheerful and greet everyone politely in the morning.
2) You're going to speak loudly so that they can hear you and greet back.
3) Let the blisters burst and heal and form and burst and heal and... Someday you're going to acquire that Kung Fu of wearing heels.
4) Do not stutter in front of ur caucasian boss. Heck, he speaks english fluently but that doesn't make him more superior. Can he speak chinese? At least you speak two languages! Ha!
5) Don't be so painfully shy! Learn from xiao pang! Haha!
6) Learn not to make careless mistakes and ask less questions. I know you're getting irritated to have to keep asking questions, not to mention ur superiors.
7) Try to be less stress. Getting stomachache every morning is a bad sign.
8) Get something to drink! Don't be so polite! I know you're very thristy though u don't talk much.
9) Speak slower on the phone and sound more confident. It's not about the tenses and grammer but about the confidence.
10) Talk to that cute IT guy.
Enjoy my work.. Enjoy my work.. ENJOY MY WORK!
Saturday, January 07, 2006
From Boys To Men
My little brother has grown up. Finally it is his turn to protect our country.
Went to send him off to be enlisted in the Special Operation Tactic Center yesterday. They prepared a programme to ensure the parents that their sons are in good hands so not to worry too much about them. I must say that the orientation programme does lessen my worries about sending my brother to become a commando. At first they showed us a video about NS life with a male singer crooning to some corny song about protecting the country in the background. Then we tour around the army facilities and I must say that the army really do look after the soldiers welfare. Their gym is really impressive and their food, though ordinary, doesn't look like what one of my older friend told me. Once, my chicken was half cooked and there was still blood in it. I once drank water that taste like detergent. Blah blah blah... And my dad also took the chance to complain, or show off, about his torturing NS days. To hear him go on, it seems that he slept on bed of nails, had faeces for meals, sadistic officers, used his head to clean toiletbowls... *Laugh* I can't help exaggerating lar.
When it's time to say goodbye, I realised that chinese family is not well-known for public affections even when they yearn to. I only gave my bro a squeeze on the shoulders. My mum, ha!, shook his hand! Made me laugh out loud. My brother, seeing this unusual form of saying goodbye, made it funnier by wishing her happy new year! Weird family...
I can see that my brother is excited about his national service. After all, this spells a new chapter in his life. He will go through something that was not taught and experienced during his school days. I guess us, girls, will never have the chance to gain those experiences. Pity..
Went to send him off to be enlisted in the Special Operation Tactic Center yesterday. They prepared a programme to ensure the parents that their sons are in good hands so not to worry too much about them. I must say that the orientation programme does lessen my worries about sending my brother to become a commando. At first they showed us a video about NS life with a male singer crooning to some corny song about protecting the country in the background. Then we tour around the army facilities and I must say that the army really do look after the soldiers welfare. Their gym is really impressive and their food, though ordinary, doesn't look like what one of my older friend told me. Once, my chicken was half cooked and there was still blood in it. I once drank water that taste like detergent. Blah blah blah... And my dad also took the chance to complain, or show off, about his torturing NS days. To hear him go on, it seems that he slept on bed of nails, had faeces for meals, sadistic officers, used his head to clean toiletbowls... *Laugh* I can't help exaggerating lar.
When it's time to say goodbye, I realised that chinese family is not well-known for public affections even when they yearn to. I only gave my bro a squeeze on the shoulders. My mum, ha!, shook his hand! Made me laugh out loud. My brother, seeing this unusual form of saying goodbye, made it funnier by wishing her happy new year! Weird family...
I can see that my brother is excited about his national service. After all, this spells a new chapter in his life. He will go through something that was not taught and experienced during his school days. I guess us, girls, will never have the chance to gain those experiences. Pity..
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