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A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.
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Of course I've changed.
Once upon a time, I used to piao around. Or, if my mood's really good, I'd walk with a bounce in my steps. Now, I stagger around in a daze, traumatised by the staggering volume of work that's waiting for me whenever I step into the lab and the sheer pressure of trying to know every single method that's listed in the SOP.
Once upon a time, I had flat abs and a 23-in waistline.
Once upon a time, I had little worries in life. In the past, life simply revolved around sleep, schoolwork and friends. Now, I need to worry about paying bills, repaying my debts, work, the possibility of marriage...and the list goes on.
Heck, once upon a time the thought of being 21 years old seemed far, far away. Now, I'm approaching the wrong side of 20. Soon I'll be 30 years old...then 40...then 60...omg
Time for me to stock up on SK2 and Extrim and undergo extensive plastic surgery...
...but I don't have the money,damnit!
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Anyway, I took the MRT from Bedok and guess what greeted me when I stepped into the carriage.
The smell of shit.
I don't know where this odour was wafting from, but it was so friggin' strong it may have been in the very same carriage as me. Everyone was trying to breathe in as little as they could, while I was trying to psycho myself into thinking I was breathing in decomposing durian (don't ask me why I was thinking of that). But the best thing was, apparently the aunty seated next to me was oblivious to the whole... smelly affair. She was happily daydreaming, I suppose, because she showed absolutely no signs of registering any odour in the carriage. I was like damn impressed with her, can? The smell was so strong and everyone looked so depressed and she could be so nonchalant about it.
Until the train was approaching Tampines and she stood up, that is.
And guess what? That was when the pong hit her olfactory senses and the first thing she did was to friggin' stare at me. As if I was the one who took a dump in my seat. Stared until I got paranoid and thought, gee, maybe the odour was really from me?! Could that be my BO?!
You winz liao lor, auntie.
PS Anyway, I don't know where the smell was from, because I don't want to know. I think the person involved must already have been traumatised by both the fact that he/she actually... did it in the carriage (I think it must have been diarrhoea), and also by the stares of the other passengers. So that's the end of it.
PPS You must wonder why didn't I step out of the MRT and take another one instead. That's because I was friggin' late and the next train was like, in 7 minutes. But I was amazed that the other passengers didn't leave the train, either.
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This is friggin' hard, but I WILL NOT GIVE UP! ARGHHHHHH *pulls hair*
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So much for hassle-free tax filing.
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I think I've reached that age when everyone starts asking me when will it be my turn to hold a wedding dinner. Argh. The truth is, I'm not exactly looking forward to holding wedding dinners - I don't like them.
I recall someone asking me why I don't like wedding dinners. Well, here's why:
- Booking a wedding dinner package requires a waiting period of around 1 year.
- A wedding dinner costs money. And frankly, the food doesn't taste that great either.
- I'd need to plan the seating arrangements.
- I need to think whom to invite. i.e. do I need to invite my colleagues? My boss? My department head? What if I neglect to invite some people, will they harbour a grudge? Headache ar, I tell you.
Someone told me that wedding dinners is a must to the Chinese, because they serve the purpose of informing the whole world of a couple's marriage. Well, if that's the main reason, I can always rent a lorry along with an amplifier, and go around the streets of Singapore playing a pre-recorded message 'Teoh XX and Tan XX are getting married liao ar!' And subsequently hold a buffet dinner for guests in the void deck in my block. Same, if not better effect, at a fraction of the cost. Can save me the hassle of planning a wedding dinner also...woah this idea is sibeh steady!
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I can see my parents fainting already.
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Trying to remember the exact steps of 10 different protocols is too much for me to take. It's not a problem when I'm younger, say 16 years old or so. But at the ancient age of 24.5 years old, my brain is getting old and creaky and slow. I wish I can upgrade my brain like a regular computer processor. But I can't. The only thing I can do now is to gorge myself to death on gingko biloba and sleep right now.
Wait. I just remembered I still have to revise my protocols.
Nabeh.
P/S: My heart is experiencing excruciating pain right now also. Because I've bought the plane tickets to Adelaide. Luckily there's a promotion going on, but still they cost me ~$1500... (ahhhhh the pain, the pain!) I'll be flying on the 19th April. And be back for work on the following Monday. 'Cos my mum doesn't want to take too much leave. What a friggin' waste of money. But still, I'll be going for my graduation leh. Woohoo!
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But first, I mustn't be late for work. Not on my first day of work, no sirree. I'll make sure I'll be punctual for work tomorrow at whatever costs. But that doesn't mean my brain will be functioning properly, though. My brain doesn't really function well (well actually, it doesn't really function at all) if I have to wake up before 5.30am.
Frankly, I wasn't expecting to get this particular job. That's because I screwed up the interview bad. As in baaaaad - I left the room feeling pissed with one of the interview panelists and with a wounded pride (because he was damn sarcastic and made me look like a fool). But I got this job because, solely because, I was lucky. The two potential candidates before me complained about the ulu location and thus rejected the job. As for me, I was pretty much easy-going about the work location, plus I had the feeling that they were... kinda desperate to fill up the vacancy.
So I got the job.
Anyway, 'nuff said about work. I'm starting to feel the onset of working blues already :| And I haven't started work yet. Talk about being passionate about work. Damn.
Anyway, on a totally unrelated note, the advertisement on Osim's uZap, which features a voice repeating phrases over and over and over again ("zap zap tummy... zap zap yada yada"), is so friggin' irritating. I seriously think that people can go crazy after a prolonged exposure to it. [To Osim: Good advertising doesn't involve repeating phrases over and over again in an attempt to hypnotise people to buy products ok? Gimme an advertisement featuring nubile, well-sculpted bodies anytime. *drools* *shit I sound damn shallow*]
Gotta sleep now. Bye.
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I hate the idea of being cramped, canned-sardine style, while taking the MRT. I hate it when people push and shove to try to get into the carriage, instead of standing aside to let the passengers in the MRT to get out of the train first. I hate it when they push and shove me out of the way, when I absolutely refuse to move forward before the passengers in the train have gotten out. (Not that I'm blocking the way on purpose, it's a matter of principles, ok?)
Whatever happened to manners, huh? They ceased to exist or something?
I hate it when I had to shop for clothes in a crowded boutique (there'll be others standing beside you, waiting for their turn to look through the clothes). And when I finally found one that I took a liking to (clothes these days are so damn frilly... not my style at all), I realized that there were like, 10 people queuing up to try clothes in front of me. So I had to wait like, 20 minutes or so just to try on a top. This sucks, totally.
I hate it when I had to cross the road in a huge crowd, and when some arsehole guys thought that they own the whole damn road or something and start to swagger slowly such that even an 80-year old ah-ma can overtake them effortlessly. I hate it when I'm the one who's stuck behind them, and it's green light for the cars when I'm still in the middle of the damn road. Look, you arseholes, maybe you don't feel the same as I do, but I love my life very much and I certainly don't want to die yet, thank you very much.
Pardon me if I sound pissed. But it's been quite a while since I've shopped on a weekend in Singapore and the weekend shopping in Adelaide did not prepare me for the huge throngs of people cramming the streets in Singapore. Plus the fact that I'm antisocial, I'm sure you can imagine how pleased I am at sharing the streets with so many other fellow human beings. Duh.
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Obviously I have a serious lack of self-restraint.
It's nearly 1am in the morning, and here I am, binging on chips while surfing the web.
This is soooo wrong.
If I gain weight, it'll be my fault and no one else's.
Damnit!
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