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Boy, I haven’t crapped this long. People-who-are-very-bored-and-just-happen-to-click-on-my-link out there, if your bowels or urinary tracts are a second away from exploding, please run to the appropriate destinations now. This entry’s pretty long.

Okay, here goes.

Yesterday, while discussing the camera cards and CGs for our multi cam practice, my friend Nura pointed out something:

” Are friends more important than your boyfriends?”

Right there in the group of 5, 4 chorused “friends of course”, while I was the only one who said my boyfriend was more important.

I’ve read in somewhere (I think its the blue book, the rules of life), that a boyfriend is more important, cause he’s more likely to be the one to share all your joy, sorrows, anger and hopes. Usually friends may stray apart after a period of time, be it 2 years, 5 years, or maybe longest 25 years. But a boyfriend’s supposed to be there for you, until the end of time.

Nura also pointed out that, yeah, friends place a higher priority, until you find a guy whom you’ve been for more than a year, and you can trust him well enough to pour all your shit to, then he deserves to move a notch up the importance ladder. How true.

Just back in the afternoon, I’ve hung out with a couple for a few hours, and felt super, chao-ji extra, and when they ran for the bus after our dinner (which was yet another lightbulb session), the lovebirds left me alone just like that.

I felt very lonely while waiting for the bus alone.

That was just a recent a case of “Boyfriend pwns friend”, aka “重色轻友”(Whaever you spell it as)

Just wondering, whether should I really put my boyfriend above my friends in my VIP list.

PS: This is just a ramble, maybe cause I just argued with The Guy of mine a day ago. (Actually, not an argument, I was more angry with him, but then again, don’t we all feel shitty after being angry with someone.)

Okay, second point of rambling.

Being on air today wasn’t as bad as the first time, but it was discerning to see how people can lose their nerves and start yelling at each other, or watch them as their minds go blank while on air. It was disturbing to hear dead air too. No, I’m still breathing, and my ears are perfectly fine. They’re not deaf.

For today’s exercise, I’ve learned not to be too lame/corny/cold. My teacher said we had chemistry, although I think it was feigned. All I can say is, radio’s definitely not for me.

Yay! The 3rd reason why I’m rambling:

I am feeling super duper uber luber ruper fruper (don’t ask me where that came from) sick now. I’ve watched more than 6 movies in a day, and for film theory’s tutorial tomorrow, I have to watch yet another movie.

My God. I never felt so sick watching movies. Now whenever I head past a movies rental store, or a VCD shop, my knees go wobbly. My balance gives way whenever my bus drives past a movie poster in the bus stop. I can simply die at the sight of a movie trailer. Can you imagine watching movies just to write a report about them? Isn’t movie-watching supposed to be a leisure activity? Since when was it a chore? It’s not only a movie, its a freaking six. Someone save me please.

At this rate,I doubt I’ll head to a cinema theatre anytime soon.

Sigh. I hate my course. They kill the joy of listening to radio, and make TV variety shows and movie watching such a horrendous duty. How I could turn back time, and picked a more humane course, like Veterinarian or something. At least looking at animals won’t make you squirm at the sight of a magical black box.

Enough of it. Back to brain-cell killing movie watching.

I’ve got so many things to say! Let me organise them first! Okay, here goes! (why this line blue I also don’t know, OKAY out of point.)

1) Katong job. Friends there.

I’m currently working at a pool place at Katong Village (as my previous post describes). The job is very cool! I get to see amateurs, pros, and PORfessionals playing. The customers are nice too; they buy me dinner! Very touched >.<

The boss’ not bad too; he’s very helpful and is willing to teach me stuffs. I’ve learned quite some skills and knowledge from him too! I spent most of my time catching up on my books to read. Haha.

Today, I’ve just caught up with some Ngee Ann Sec seniors! Then just now when I logged into msn, 2 seniors asked me ‘eh you working at Katong now ah’. LOL! I felt nostalgic all of a sudden, as we talked about sec sch era, about our teachers, and guess what, they’re also from TP! We spent an hour talking about life, and suddenly I realized that I haven’t been reflecting on my life recently, since everything’s been a whirlwind. Really glad that my friends are there to help me catch up! Sec sch life is still an unforgettable phase ;)

 My job there is so much, much better than working at PCBunk. No more walking around rebooting comps, standing for long hours, getting reprimaned by people for no good reason. Nearer to my house too. Get to meet up with my old friends. Good food nearby. What else do I need to say? (:

2) Not to be taken for granted

As the line above describes, I hate being taken for granted. I detest being scolded and maligned. No one likes to treated like that. You can’t just ask someone to do everything, and anything. There are some duties which belongs to your role, yet you designate them to us, and push the blame to us when we err. What do you want? You can’t expect people to be at your beck and call, and when I have other commitments and start to disagree, you start throwing your tempers at me, and storm off just like that. That is why I cried. And I DO NOT like people who make me cry.

Also, look at the way you reacted when my honey said she wanted to quit. If you continue treating people like that, I won’t be surprised that no one will work for you.

3) Which leads to me quitting working at PCBunk soon.

I can’t stand someone in particular. (Well, you know who you are now.) His attitude that night totally pissed me off. You’re in the wrong, yet you still dignify your actions. Where’s your conscience? Flushed down the loo?  

The reason why I’m still staying for a week is because I still have the sense of duty in me.  I still have the sense of responsibility, of ensuring that someone replaces me before I leave. But, given your sense of urgency by viewing your past records (if you had any, that is), I highly doubt so.

 The workload is getting increasingly more, unreasonably. The stress level is going up too, because of the peak hours, and you giving us overwhelming number of demands and responsibilities. Our complaints received are increasing too.

Guess what, everything’s going up, except our pay (which will be delayed, yet again).

4) Yet also,  I can’t bear to leave.

I’m stuck in this dilemna.  Reasons are explained below:

Customers: They are there for me, and when I’m down, they cheer me up. Sometimes, a few Samaritians buy dinner for me, and chat with me. I will miss all of them when I leave! All those crazy moments, jokes I cracked, and they cracked with me, memorising the computer stations that they normally sit at, the times when I cried, and they cheered me up. Knowing what drinks customers buy, what food and cup noodle flavours they normally buy, and what will they buy (PPC, open comp or just come counter to talk crap with me) Panasonic and Philips with his *cough* potential *cough* at stage comp, and the yummy tofu aunty who always buy chocopies. Comp 87 and 20 Korean kids, comp 16 man, comp 50+ group of maplers. Audi players beind banished to the back. Me reserving all the PPCs for OB King, Ivan and talking crap with CT. Vicks buying ice cream for me.  The bunch of Delphinus Maplers, calling me Miss Late, Miss Stubborn, Miss GunPowder with the hairband on her head. Elie and Tou tou with Elie’s membercard and her gloomy bear friend.  Eugene asking when I get fired (I’m quitting soon, wish granted), and me doing the Orbis Rubbish Quest (stage 1: clear rubbish, stage 2: push chairs, stage 3: stock drinks, final stage: closing!)

 All those nostalgic moments, recollections of them came dollopful just now. And I just can’t bear to end them all.

Honey and gang: Believe it or not, I will miss the CSC (okay you know who you are) staff, and my beloved honey. Gone are those dancing-and-you-can-see-them-on-the-cctv times, repeating a song for the entire 7 hours of our shifts, cold cakes era, friday night suppers, volume control with the funeral photo frame. Ella,ella,eh,eh sign behind, our atomic bomb and candyshop fridge,  koping songs from each other, reciting the prices for computers together, thinking of the same stations together, me sweeping your feet, banging the cash till, you snatching to make noodles, our automation everytime we do night shifts without having to talk (you count PPC, send message, off display comp and poster lights, I clear rubbish, push chairs and stock drinks) and many many many, many many many GB more.

I’ll miss them all ):

And no, hell no, I’ll bet my curry fish head I’m definitely not missing you. Ugh.

5) Ratatouille

After my work today, I went to Vivo with my boyfriend to watch Ratatouille at GV. It rocks!

First, we booked tickets 4 days beforehand, so the seats were purrrfect. (No craning of necks!) The rat is so cute! Mao Mao one. I like his nose. Someone get me the plushie when it’s out please!

 The storyline is very well planned too. I even teared when I saw Remy being neglected. It sorta reflects on how my life is, being mistreated by someone you trust on, and ending up being hurt deeply. While you realized your mistake, you’re proving right to that someone who have been, all these while, actually caring for you. Sounds so real. 

Anyway, the movie cheered up my day, abit though, cause its already ruined.

6) Ulcers

God is punishing me for swearing! Now I have TOTAL OF THREE ULCERS! 2 ulcers on my bottom lip (both are threatening to merge into one united nation), and an ulcer at the upper lip. Sigh. I’ve gotta stop swearing. Maybe one day I’ll completely stop swearing. When that day happens, please buy 4D. Sure strike lottery.

Okay, End of rambling. Feeling so much better. Nothing beats blogging up all my thoughts.

KTHANKSBYE.