j a n e t

current bane of existence: malfunctioning tagboard

yesterday during work, the tension between me and the receptionist were quite high. it seems like katusri wants to frame me and vice versa. then i was scolded by another malay girl for not putting the plate on the tray when i serve it to a guest, when the manager actually handed the plate to me, asking me to bring it to the guests without the tray. gahh! was so angry. when i told the manager that someone scolded me for holding the plate wrongly, she said "so you listen to her or listen to me?" wahhhhhh %*$#
no wonder people working in the restaurant smoke so much.
no wonder they also curse so much.
:(
im scared i'll become like one of them soon.
now, i'm like this sulky person at the restaurant that nobody likes. now nobody's asking me why am i looking so glum...like they take it for granted im very short-tempered.
:(((

now, i mentioned it my previous post that christy is nice. she's this sweet-looking demure girl, wide eyes, cute bangs, gentle disposition. then, the image of her changed a little yesterday. the malay girl (sorry cant remember names) asked her, "how was your leave yesterday" *cheeky grin* "did you have alot of sex?"
ohmygod!
the worse thing was the demure christy replied "not alot. but alot alot sex!"

i was so shocked. she has worked here for only 5 months. she's waiting for poly, she's so young, she's so sweet. what's more, her boyfriend works in the pastriette kitchen, which is just so near to the reception counter. can you imagine what it's going to be like when he turns up for work one of these days (i havent seen him)! my mind will be so traumatised with that "alot alot sex!" they had.

my goodness. on the second day of work, the thai chef asked me whether i'm still a virgin in the first conversation. &*%$!!! so now what, almost 70% of the people are experienced already is it? and why are they so horny!! they can at least be shy about it.

ok i shall talk about happier things. quite an eventful morning.
this morning my aunt woke me up a full hour earlier than i planned to. i was so groggy i thought 830 was 730! i could have slept more! 1 HOUR!! by the time i realised, i had already finished an egg tart. tossing and turning, i couldnt sleep and my chest hurts (stupid egg tart).

my dad send me to NTU!! woot!! *opens party pooper*
he's so stingy on petrol and never ever send me to school (sajc was too far for my dad). he's still stingy on petrol though coz when i sorta lost my orientation around NTU, he became angry.

was so agitated by my aunt and my dad in the car, i thought i'll failed my art, design media (ADM for short) faculty test. lucky all became well and he wished me good luck as i hobbed off the car.

then, i had to queue to get my name registered for the test. i was so nervous! most of the people there were like in twos or threes but me and a few others were alone. so im a Yang and i got registration number 104. my family reckons that the group of applicants seemed quite small. :( it's quite true actually. i remember the ADM people saying that they will probably accept 160 or so people for this year's intake.

anyway holding that little sticker on my finger, i stood at a corner to people-watch. there were sooooo few guys compared to the girls!! how to get married this way!!! even then, some of the guys dressed really weird. there was a skinhead with trousers to the knees, wearing high black socks and shoes, a guy in skulls jacket and beanie and shades... there were some girls that dont look the least bit artsy-fartsy, but rather the good girl type, with rebonded layered hair, wearing the metallic frame glasses...
there was one not pretty but had the most fashionable dressing. she had the 'in' haircut, that bob that is long in the front but short at the back and a white shirt layered on with a pale green figure-hugging dress and carrying the market bag i have, but much thicker stripes anyway. she stands out in her clique of girlfriends. the rest of the girls were tagging behind her as she goes to the toilet etc.

phew. i like to people-watch. felt quite bad. it's like im focusing on the outside, the looks only. and the truth is looks doesnt matter. that's how i always find love in all the wrong places. :(
usually in art classes, even the more guai one or the most normal-looking one could very well be the most artistic of them all.

LT2A was quite big. we had to sit one seat apart from the next person. we waited for 30min inside for the paper to start at 10am exactly. so people-watch again. a gay was ushered to sit in the front row, 2 rows away from me. he's gay coz he plucked his eyebrows and they were arched with a very sharp angle, and wore this tight tee. his lips were super red and he looked like he had blusher on.

we had 1hr30min to finish the paper, which comprised of 3 questions. first was to draw my hand in any position i wished and i can add details to what kind of environment my hand was in. second question, they gave us 3 drawings of the same object. one was by an insane man while the rest were done by children. we had to guess which one is done by the insane man and form conclusions why. third question was a either-or-or question. choose one from 3. so i picked the first, which was to trace the house from the picture behind, and to add in at least one car, one human, one distant mountain in my drawing.

yep! overall i think i fared not bad. felt quite good exiting the lecture theatre. yay!

gotta go for dinner now. blahhh.... hungry!