Pressure

That's the key word for today. I kind of got into an argument with my boss today. I was trying to point out to him that we need to look into job allocation because why on earth would you ask your Assistant Director to send out 100 EDMs one by one?!

Anyway, he started raising his voice about how we all need to work regardless of pressure, there will always pressure, yawn, we must work 24/7, he has pressure too, he is stressed too, yawn. Actually, who is the bugger who mentioned 'pressure'? No one. 自导自演.

Furthermore, why in the name of holy panties would you burst in front of your employee who is only 21? Lack of self-control? Too much pressure? No blessing from the holy panties?

Which leads me to...

Men who can't control their emotions, who loses their cool and crack under pressure are not cut out to do great things. 

Look at the hokkien mee uncle. Maybe his wife was being a pain the entire day and there were customers who kept complaining that they order without tau gay (bean sprouts) but why still got tau gay, and the queue was long, the weather was hot, he found out he don't have minimum sum in CPF but HE STILL CARRIES ON. He doesn't crack and yell at everyone: I GOT PRESSURE ALSO CAN.

That hokkien mee uncle is a great man.

Anyway, I don't what I'm rambling around. I'm too traumatised by what happened today.

Okay, this post is getting too angsty. Think happy thoughts. Don't pick up that parang.

Photos from the week ~

Made Bento for Ah Pek and myself when he joined me for lunch.

Tried making a breakfast bento.

Cherryade popsicle. Love Pasar Malam.

Omg. I finally had the chance to try Coco Ichibanya, and although the service staff was meh, the kare was too awesome. 

The lady beside me kept peering at my plate. Never see Cai Curry before ah.

Ah Pek's. He chose Spicy Level 4 and it didn't affect him one bit. Bless his baba blood.

WANT. To Wuby: this can be peanut's new home.

Angry Bird Star Wars. I don't know how they can outdo themselves with cute retardedness. 

And guess what, the Muji bento box, which I have been eyeing on for ages, was on 50% discount!!!

Of course, I bought it. Ahem. Together with a bento bag. Happiness! Kay now I can forgive all men in the name of holy panties.

Privileged or Privileged

Today I had a first hand encounter with the new species. It was said that contact with them will leave you shriveled and devoid of hope for the future. And it's true. I've seen them from afar. They are recognisable by their odour, upturned nose and voice. Yes, their voice. It rings clear to send shocks down your spine. Indeed, contact with them is nothing but misfortune.

They are...

THE BLOODY PRIVILEGE KIDS CAN. (not all. some. D says: don't generalise. Listen to Ah Pek.)

You know what's worse, I met one who wants to study English Literature. Another privileged kid who knows no hardship in her life but wants to write hipster emo poetry because she feels. Don't make me barf. And don't give me the shit that 'we have our own share of hardship'. Yeah yeah, your boyfriend broke up with you, you didn't make it into the band team, you forgot your F math (or whatever) homework, your dog shat on you, your teacher shat on you, you shat on yourself.

Give me a break.

Okay. What got me so heated up.

First, the kid had the cheek to email 'you said you would send me the form'.

I say I am the Queen of the Muthafuking Universe. Bow down now. Thanks.

Someone has to teach them email etiquette.

Second, she gave me a bunch of dates that are out for her because she has a PT job, medical check up and shat-on-thyself session. Oh and one particular date for her is out because she will be overseas and she 'MIGHT BE SUFFERING FROM JET LAG'.


That's not all. She has total confidence in her capability and the job market that she requested for a poly grad salary. Hello, dis ish intern position.

The fact that these sort of kids are the pillar of this country really makes me want to shat. Oblivious, self-seeking and zero EQ. Hey... this sounds familar. Right, the kids* will go on to be the leaders of this country.

Why?

Because they have the talent...

To shat on themselves and not smell a thing.


*only this special breed. Not referring to all JC kids. If you want to know whether you are one of them, check your pants. Kthxbye.

** Again. Only some, not all. Ah Pek says: don't generalise. It's like saying all chickens are genetically modified like KFC's. The real kampong chickens will feel insulted. Kay, that bit came from me not Ah Pek.

TGIF

Words cannot explain how glad I am to know TODAY IS FRIDAY! Honestly, this week hasn't been easy. (Hmm.. that's what I say every week) Work has been mighty insane. And a Black Cat Day struck me - a day where nothing goes well.

It was Tuesday:

1) Cried for one hour at my desk

2) My contact lens went crazy and one fell out so I had to attend a super important meeting with clear vision in only one eye. I had to look at everyone very intently to make out their expressions. They must have thought that I'm a really earnest person.

3) Coffee Bean spilled Matcha Latte on me. I rushed to clean my Melissa shoes first.

4) Coffee Bean forgot about my order

5) When it arrived, my salad had no salmon. I was a hungry girl that day.

So cute!

But some positive stuff did come along! Coffee Bean gave me two slices of cake to make up for it.

Anyhoos, I feel like a lunatic this month all thanks to my womb. She is the brain of me right now. And every action I make goes through her which is why I have an unexplained craving for Red Velvet cake solely because of its redness. I also have a roaring urge to hack the heads off a couple of people because of my need to see red and also the shit I have to deal with everymuthafuking day!

Grrr...

Just received news that my deadline will be brought forward by a grand total of 24 DAYS. Ahh.. my womb suggest that I chainsaw their heads off. The End. No need for a deadline. No more project. Tyvm. 

Grrr.

Breakdown

Yup, today I had an emotional breakdown. Work was insane yesterday. I manually keyed in and printed 140 exclusive certificates! On top of that, I completed the newsletter for the week. Was all harried and my boss could still walk up to my desk and asked me to work on this, follow up on that. HELLO YOU GET ME AN INTERN TO DO THIS LA.
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While typing this entry, the sneaky Update Computer' notice popped up and I whacked 'Enter' before I realised it! So bloody laptop froze and rebooted. And it took forever doing that.

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Anyway, back to ranting, my boss thinks everymuthafukingthing can happen instantaneously - no need time to type docs, to send emails, to print things, to think. He came from the era where he didn't need to write his own letters. His secretary transcribed for him! WTF. Generation gap can.

Oh yes, and he wants me to publicise to the housing estates so I'm gonna go to the flats near my place to stuff flyers under each door. Kthxbye.

With all that stress (and nonsense), I reached my breaking point. Thank you Wuby for trying to comfort me and to D for trying to teach Wuby how to comfort me. T_T Touched so shall cry again.

I really felt very suffocated... but after venting it out... it seems most of my anguish has dissipated and I can fight again so moral of the story is: it is good to cry so let me punch you in your face! HAHA. K I'm crazy.

-awkward silence-

Ah.. photos this week:

すみません I Overslept Bento

Catfish Bento. Leftovers from Sunday's dinner. The catfish sting me.

W and his new craze - UFO Catcher

Woohoo~ This Hello Kitty costs S$2!

D remembered seeing a Wreck it Ralph game and so we went to look for it.

They were very excited. Going "YES!" and punching the air at the same time. Still give me judgey face when I wanted the Hello Kitty. Pff.

MUST BUY NEXT MONTH. THE END.

Hokkaido Ramen with colleagues! Here with M.

And then I sinned. Wanted a Cecil McBee ふくぶくろ but they were all sold out! So I consoled myself with an e-Mook. I am a bit disappointed by the size of the tote bag but still - Cecil McBee!

Dies.

New Uniqlo poncho and new picture app.

Old face and new ぷりくら app.

Sorry, my face is the last visual of this entry. Goodnighty!