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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

9th November 2006, Thursday

A usual boring Thursday. Didn’t understand a word that was said by that Myanmar lecturer. Gosh, how lucky can I get by getting him for signal’s lecture as well as lab lessons? It’s a wonder how I managed to pass my mathematics last semester with him teaching at math’s tutorials. I could feel that I’m going to be in trouble for this subject, quiz is coming up in a week’s time and I know nuts about this subject.

What I’m kind of excited bout today was that I’m going down to IKEA (Alexandra) for my first training. My new part-time job which I just got recently. I’m going to be a cashier at IKEA (Tampines) when it opens on 30 November this month.

Started “training” at 5pm, going to work till 10pm. I was taught how to use the cash register, about vouchers all that stuff. After a couple of hours watching and learning, it was time to try my hand at it with my “senior” watching. Proud to say I did pretty alright. I was amazed by a couple of customers, or should I say, the wad of cash they carry around.

The customers were “ang mohs” (Englishmen), the bill of their purchase came up to hundreds and one of them, the bill was over a thousand. You could say I was expecting credit cards or nets payment, for usually in Singapore, not much people would carry around huge amount of money I guess. I was wrong; out of their pockets was a huge stack of fifty dollar notes for payment. Boy, did my eyes seem to pop out. In my mind was, “gosh, I would be very happy for a few pieces of that!’ Also, for the first time in my nineteen years on life in Singapore, I saw a hundred dollar bill. It was like a “wow”! Got a feeling that I’ll be seeing more of it when I start working officially. Having just got my pay from my other job, in which I have not quit yet, I changed that hundred dollar bill, now I own one! Wee! I’m going to keep it for as long as possible, planning to keep the note as savings for this month.

At the end of the day, I learnt quite a bit about handling the cashier job. I was tired out after a long day but on the whole, I knew I was going to love this new part time job of mine. Next thing to do is to quit my other part time job at Crystal Jade Cakery once I know how my working schedule would be like once IKEA (Tampines) officially opened.

Ikea! Here I come!


10th November 2006, Friday

It’s my brother’s birthday today. But I have not gone shopping to buy something for him yet. I haven’t had the time to do so, rushing projects stuff, assignments, lessons, work. My schedule was fully packed to the brim. He’ll understand... I’ll go shopping for something another day.

Okays, maybe it’s a little bad of me that I’m going off for a k box session with my friends today instead. Had purposely planned not to work so I could go let my hair down with my clique of friends.

I thought of my bestie and decided if everyone didn’t mind, I could call her along for she loved k box sessions. This way, she could also get to meet my friends as well.

After lunch, she drove us all to Parkway’s k box.

At first, everyone was kind of stiff and shy perhaps. It was the first time this clique of friends’ gone k box together. After a bit of warm up, slowly, golden mouths were opening. As my girl friend had something on, she had to leave first. As time passed by, all were starting to be warmed up already and having a wild time. Perhaps the type of songs tat were chosen coming up were all ‘high and jumpy” songs. Soon, everyone was like singing our lungs out. Had a wild time! We started k session from about 2 plus 3 plus, sang all the way till 9pm, before going to the coffee shop to fill our tummies.

I totally enjoyed the day! I sure would love for another session like this, when everyone let their hair down and have fun!!

When I reached home, I was in a very good mood. Who wouldn’t be? After a day like this? But all it took was one person to spoil it all. My bestie. She contacted me to chat. She gave some comments about certain things, maybe it was the way she put it? I don’t know. It sure pissed me off. The first thing that came to my mind was “Great, you didn’t have to criticize my friends this way. You were the one who was like saying you’re lonely, seem to have no friends as you’re not in poly, and is working at your parents’ company now. You were bored. I thought about you and asked you along. Now it seems like it’s a mistake to do so. I asked you out and this is what I get .Thanks a lot.”

She tried explaining saying that she was just chatting, like we always did, just mentioning her opinions all that. But whatever, for me, it’s not the same for every situation. “Mind you, the people you’re talking about are my friends. Not like some of those you complained to me about whom I do not know. I know who my friends are better than you do. Its not that I do not take the opinions about my friends, maybe it’s the way that’s being said. I don’t know... Do you know that what’s being said as this intention could be heard as another intention? Yes, and you have just spoilt a wonderful day thank you.” I thought.

Sometimes I do wonder how you became one of my best friends. We are so different, in character and thinking. Amazing how I had hated you at first only to turn out now you are one of my best friends. For now, I’m kind of getting mad at you…


13th November 2006, Monday

Monday blues. As if that was not bad enough, I lost my precious phone! Not that the phone is the expensive type of phone, it was all the contacts I had in it! The phone in the first place was not even worth much. Perhaps around thirty or forty bucks if it’s taken to be traded in.

A few minutes were all it took. I can’t believe I was that careless! Any possession of mine; be it valuable or not, I treasure it a whole lot, as if they were gold or something. Spoil something of mine? You better be careful that I dun snap at you.

After lab lesson, my friend and I popped by the ladies, I had my phone in my pant’s pocket. At the ladies, I took it out of my pocket as it was shallow and might fall out while I did my ‘businesses. I put it aside and after I’m done, I had totally forgotten about it! Gosh! It’s the first time too! I had the same thing before but had always remembered to pocket it back.

Before going to the next lecture, we dropped by the photocopy shop to get some stuff photocopied. It was only then did I realize that my pocket was empty and that was like a few minutes after leaving the ladies...

Panic gushed through me; I ran back immediately to the ladies with a little hope that it’ll still be there, but much to my despair, it is no longer there! My heart dropped. At that moment, I think I felt lost and confused, not knowing what I was supposed to do. All was running through in my mind was that I hoped the person who found it would be kind enough to return it to me. The phone wasn’t worth much; I just wanted my contacts back! I had no mood for lecture, so I skipped it and met up with my other friends. Asked my friends to try calling my phone, hoping that my line could get through and some person would answer to return my phone. But alas, hopes were dashed as soon as I knew my phone had been turned off. Can’t help it but tears flowed down as reality sank into me.

My friends tried calming me down by saying all sorts of things, which I dare say did kind of helped in the end. One of them told me that it seems that all my good deeds of returning the several phones that I picked up didn’t seem to have any returns like the saying good deeds begets good. Maybe next time I shall not return the phones I found. Remembered that I had found a PDA phone worth over a thousand bucks! And I retuned it to the rightful owner.

Went to get a new phone after that, with suggestions from my friends as I guessed I wasn’t simply thinking properly after losing my phone. Signed on a new line, and got the cheapest phone available. I just needed a phone to use, to be able to call and message, not necessary an expensive one. Any other additional features would of course be a plus. There goes my savings of hundred bucks.

As if my day hadn’t become bad enough, I got a huge scolding from my parents. Admit I was in the wrong, for signing a new line and getting a new phone without letting them know first before doing so. But in the end, all’s well. Still very much upset that all my important contacts in my phone were gone. Learnt my lesson a hard way this time round I guess, I’m going to keep an additional copy of contacts written some where and I won’t leave my phone out again like I did and risk losing it again.

I bought a Levi’s boxers for my brother. Although it’s already past his birthday, hope it fits and he likes it too!



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