Stark Ravings

Been having a rather tough time trying to fit my school's timetable into my Part Time job's schedule. Had offered to work on a public holiday, had been requested to work for some 2 hours before scooting off to school. Speaking of school's time table, our lessons are SUPER scattered. I go to school for a lesson that lasts a mere 2 hours on three days in a week. Which explains why I've desperately been slotting work into those free hours. I can't live without money really.

But anyway I thoroughly enjoy my job down at ol' Plaza Singapura's Basement 1's bikini shop. Do drop me a visit. ;) Never really thought a retail job would suit my likes considering I hate the idea of "solicitors" approaching us as soon as we exit the MRT station and harping on our backs, claiming they 'are not trying to sell anything to us' but instead wants us to make a donation. Well come to think of it, I like the whole, convincing the girls that our bikinis look awesome on them and they've boobs to fill it in unlike other girls who have any. *peeks down on self-owned airport runway*
Hell, our bikinis aren't easy to sell at all. Especially not when they're extremely overpriced. And I mean it when I say overpriced. They cost more than $200 for a set. Yes, $100 for the top and $100 for the bottom. That amount for that little bit of cloth.
But back to my point on why I love my job. I get to work with wonderful colleagues who are mainly all our friends to begin with. I ALWAYS look forward to eating there with Veronica or whoever's workin on that day.
The minimal influx of customers allow us to play Counter Strike / Crazy Taxi / Cooking Mama on the DS Lite throughout the entire day and fail to realise that a customer has been browsing through our swimwear for half an hour now.
Or, we could clutter our whole desk top with food and more food. Dim sums from the basement floor below us, or cheese hotdogs with mash potato, sushi takeaways or some PIZZA!

hee hee.. we ordered this whole lot, though its just downstairs. Yep, we're just too darn lazy to even walk down.

A recent observation and listening to friends make me think back on my own sensitivity, temper, and self control. When's the time when all your friends look at you wagging their fingers and telling you that YOU're being the bitch. Some reflection would help myself, I'm sure. I'm eager to make some improvements. I often resort to telling myself that I couldn't care less about what others feel about me, and people ought to accept me for whoever I am. I can't say the same anymore. Our behaviour at times DOES affect our loved ones around us.



Mum has gotten a new digital camera. And its BEAUTIFUL. Impressed by its sleek design. The best part is that its aperture, shutter speed, metering, and focusing can ALL be adjusted. Oh wait I think the best part is that it plays mp3s and videos. The music from the MP3 blasts OUT LOUD. Cool shit I'm telling you.


Did I mention it has Auto Macro function which takes superrrrrrrrrrr close up photos like the precise linen from my cardigen.

I think that's the best part of the camera. Ah whatever I can't make my mind up.
Looking really, really fat.
Steph and her geeky specs. heh

Alrighty haven't got anything more to blog on, cept' for announcing that I've changed my skin, tee hee..

Oh right I've FINALLY got myself applied and pursuing my driver's license. Sadly I haven't even touched the theoretical book and all. Sigh..