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Friday, October 10, 2008

my wed-fri part time job can be vaguely interesting =)
we went to St Regis today and it was really no biggie, really. and my most no-luck hands won us a mini acer aspire laptop. HAH!

the other part-time-freelance job's boss got a piece of mind last night.
i seeked my mum's opinion about me giving my boss direct in-your-face feedback, which i've already done, and she thinks it's totally fine. YAY to me. one day when my patience snaps (which won't be for long), i might just use the F word.

=)

so anyway, today i learnt 2 things:
i do not like / absolutely hate, being called a 'girl'.
no you see, it's alright if u really think i behave like a girl, and then call me one.
but not when i'm called a 'girl' because u 1. can't put in bloody effort remembering my name 2. is too cheena to address me by my name
Also, sth really funny happened. by funny, i mean stupid. team mate asks if we can meet early for project. team mate tells me someone will be coming late. and then team mate asks "how ah?"
no i'm not being a bitch, but are you asking me to solve your problem for you???
omg grow up and deal with it.

and that's the end of my random days.
very boring indeed.
and i was almost inspired to make things (like dresses and stuff) while watching Project Runway. and then the inspiration kinda poofed when the final dresses went down the runway on young girls waiting to attend prom. (read: not very fab stuff)
yeah we'll see =)

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