if you think giving out flyers is a no-brainer, think again.

it takes lotsa skill to be a good, and ETHICAL flyer-giver okay!
most asses at the NATAS fair just shove the flyer into visitors’ faces, or dump it unceremoniously into the pile of flyers they are already carrying.
others take advantage of the huge mass they have to bump other flyer-givers outta their way.
there was this fat lady next to me who kept using her arm (which was twice the size of mine – a feat, really) to nudge me away from her.
but in the first place, she’s the one who’s taking up so much space!
i got so annoyed after awhile that i bumped her back with my butt.
HAH! SO THERE YOU LOUSY LIL HUGE PERSON.
seriously, these people oughta be taught a lesson. or two. or perhaps three.
as i was trying to be nice to the visitors today (yes, a rare occasion i know), i smiled, said “bayview” and held out the flyer for them to take then proceed to say “thank you”.
some assholey fellow flyer-givers, however, will shove their flyers on top of mine.
so rude!
one of them did that so hard that he made one of the visitors lose his grip and drop the entire stack of flyers.
the worse thing was that THE VISITOR THOUGHT IT WAS ME AND SCOLDED ME. LIKE WTF. IT DOESN’T PAY TO BE NICE.
*sulks*

p.s.
my da yi ma decided to come for a visit today.
and i was drinking all the stuff that would increase the rate of the flow of blood!
think i bled a puddle today. *sniffles*
please let this be one of my short menses cycle and not last till chalet!
*crosses fingers and prays*

*sings* it’s a small small world

and indeed it is!
bumped into so many people from the past today.

1. kelina kow su hui – my secondary 1 & 2 good friend. and it turns out she is the bestie of this girl whom i met at the airshow!
2. chia hui min – my primary school classmate and secondary schoolmate. she’s working at this steakhouse which i went to for dinner/supper
3. yu ken min – the guy whom i haven’t seen in like… 8 years! OMG. it was sucha surprise bumping into him at parkway!

ok sleep. goodnight.

i’m sad :(

yeah, very.
today marked the last day of the singapore airshow 2008.
it had been a really enjoyable experience working with my italian company – finmeccanica.
their friendliness really made me fall in love with them in the short 6 days that i was there.
take these two days for example. my booth partner didn’t work, and so it was me alone.
in order to save me from loneliness, they will take turns coming out to sit with me, and hold short conversations. well, as much as our language barrier allowed.
and today was really good. talked to ian, this guy from my booth whom i’ve never really spoken much to.
the 6-hour conversation with him saw me finding out so many things! and i realised that the singapore/asian culture is really tonnes different from the westernised one.
halfway through today i started feeling sad already.
somehow or other, i’d started forming an attachment to these lovely, amiable people.
i know they won’t see this, but TI VOGLIO BENE.

i learnt alot from this airshow.
and i must say, it is an experience that i wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world.

i am appalled at the kiam siapness of singaporeans

YES. REALLY.
they really oughta hang themselves and die.
the level of kiam siapness they’ve reached is like the ultimate of the.. well.. ultimates.
it really wasn’t so obvious before. UNTIL I WORKED AT THE AIRSHOW AND THE CONTRAST BETWEEN SINGAPOREANS AND THE ANGMOHS WERE SO DAMN DRASTIC.
kiam siap. shameless. and downright annoying.
bah. what an embarrassment.
wanna know more (and listen to me ranting)? ask me.

anyway, TOOK PHOTO WITH MY EROS TODAY.
WOOHOO~. but he doesnt look as nice as in real life.
the good news is… HE’S NOT LEAVING TONIGHT.
SO I CAN STILL SEE HIM UNTIL SUNDAY.
hahaha. plan to ask him to go out with anna (my partner at the booth) and me on sunday. *crosses fingers and hopes he agrees!*
and took photo with the pretty pretty girl who’s my supervisor.
aww loves loves loves. i bought eclipse mints for her today cuz she likes it and she’s flying off already.

pictures!

this is jamie plummer, aka my supervisor.
she is so pretty and nice everytime i see her i am hit with a huuuggeee pang of jealousy.
AHHHH. *swoons*

my cute guy!
i swear he’s 10 times cuter in real life.
*aww*

this guy is super amusing!
he goes “mama mia!” when he’s agitated.
*jumps around*

stan h-something (i don’t know how to spell his surname).
i absolutely love his satirical sense of humour!

this is the bartender!
he’s damn cool – a salsa dancer-teacher.
eros and him are going to attica tonight.
*sighs and wishes i could go too*

this is marco.
i know you prolly can’t tell from the pic.
BUT AH. HIS EYES ARE DAMN ELECTRIFYING.
it’s like, when he blinks you’ll just stare, mesmerised.

last but definitely NOT least, my partner at the booth – ANNA!
i know you prolly won’t see this. but i’m soooo glad you were my partner! had truckloads of fun with you!
<3 <3 <3
she got all high after eros did the customary air kisses to bid her goodbye.

okay off to sleep.
need loads of energy to deal with the heaps of kiam siap PUBLIC tomorrow.
*sighs in resignation*
they’ll prolly be fighting to the front to get souvenirs.
OH BOTHER!

in an extreme state of shock

yeah, that’s me.
how stupidly retarded can i get!
*bangs head against the aeroplane model*

“well, so what exactly happened?” you ask with an (not so) astonished look.
this old and ugly guy came to my booth just now and asked me for a company brochure.
so well, passed it to him.
after which he went “i’m pak. you are?” and extended his hand for me to shake.
being the well-mannered girl i am, i took his hand.
AND FUCKING CHEEBYE THAT PERVERT CARESSED MY HAND.
*screams and hyperventilates*
i was so shocked i just stared at him and felt my stomach curl and well… spasm (if you can’t picture that nevermind, it’s called the Alexis Syndrome).
he then asked me for my number.
being the retarded and (momentarily) shocked me… I FUCKING GAVE HIM THE REAL ONE.
AHHHHH. AHHHH. AHHH. AHHHHH….
*crosses fingers and hopes he wont contact me*
please lose that piece of paper. better yet, i hope a fire starts accidentally and burns it up!

p.s.
eros is leaving for italy tomorrow!
saturday and sunday will be so boring without my eye candy.

i don’t understand what all the hype over the airshow is about.
the thing that should be gaining most publicity is the amount of money they’re trying to cheat off poor employees like me.
despite it being fun working, i swear i’m about to pull the hair off the organisers’ heads.

i kinda pity the public man.
$20 for a ticket. then you have to pay $5 per trip for the shuttle bus in.
as for me… FUCKING CHEEBYE. i only made about $4/hour yesterday lah!
that is, after deducting the amount i spent on food and transport.
i feel so depressed now.
spent $8 and $6 on a vegetarian pasta (which consisted of 3 pieces of broccoli, 3 pieces of cauliflower and 5 slices of carrots), and chicken tortilla wrap yesterday.
then today saw me splurging another $8 on a plate of CHICKEN RICE.
=.=

and and the worst thing is… i can’t even get my daddy to fetch carrie, me and two other girls to the site!
we got stopped like… 2-3 km away from the entrance because “cars without labels aren’t allowed in”.
then why are taxis allowed huh huh huh!
oh. and cabs that are flagged from INSIDE the site have a surcharge of $8.
crazy buggers.
as though letting taxis in and not exhibitors’ private cars will help tighten security.
they think taxi drivers cannot be terrorists is it!
*throws rotten eggs*
stupid people. we’re working for them and they’re mistreating us like this!
tsk tsk. EMPLOYEE RELATIONS = FAIL.

so i tried to get a car label.
and tada~! they didn’t allow us to get one too!
turned out that us poor souls will have to pay a fucking exorbitant sum of $50 PER ENTRY if we wanna get a car label.
thank goodness this stupid thing didn’t spoil my day.
and at least having worked at the singapore airshow would be beneficial to my resume.
otherwise ah… *BURNS THE DAMN EXHIBITION SITE DOWN*
(ok please don’t arrest me for this, i don’t mean it!)

p.s.
NO CUTE GUYS AT THE HUGE AIRSHOW.
but i think im kinda lucky. got one hot guy. and he resembles wentworth miller (the guy in prison break).

kept sneaking glances at him and getting all high and hyper.
imagine an exhibition hostess bouncing around and laughing like a hyena.
never seen one like that before? come visit me at singapore airshow booth j39 – finmeccanica.

heels cause all sorta problems

1. while walking i keep stepping into holes and having to stop and pull my heels out
2. can’t walk too fast cuz i’ll stumble and (almost) fall
3. the ground there is kinda hollow so it sounds like a stampede when i totter around
4. MY TOES ARE SQUASHED TOGETHER!

we hear, but never really listen.
we look, and yet don’t really see.

listen – rather than just hearing the musical chatter.
you may hear the collective prattling of all around you – voices that celebrate the beauty of life while blooming.
but listen further, and you may just catch that murmur of the struggle which goes on at the core of even one you may deem “happy-go-lucky”.

see – the real person striving to emerge, and yet crushed mercilessly by the cruel hands of society.
look hard enough, and you may just see the grimace behind the wide grin, the confusion behind apparent confidence.

disclaimer: this is not a generalisation

but i really do NOT know what’s it with desperate guys and flooding of mailboxes.
this 27-year old beng wannabe has been messaging me on whosgoing.sg like.. a gazillion times.
not once has he received a reply.
and why is that so, you may ask.
well, because his messages are just so amazingly short and sweet.
topic: hi.
message: hi.
oh. fabulous.
so you expect me to start a conversation with you just because you said “hi”?
think again.
and yesterday, i got really pissed so i finally replied.
“dude, i’m not even replying so stop messaging me. you are practically flooding my inbox. are you THAT bored?”
guess what this thick-skinned bugger replied?
“then let block.” (i’m not even gonna bother crticising his english)

fuck, really.
is he THAT screwed that he derives some weird pleasure in having people block him?
if that’s the case, just stay offline and lock yourself in the toilet to wank please.
wank your poor, miserable, wanna-be beng days away.
do the world a favour, wank yourself dry and disintegrate into thin air please.
*rolls eyes*
no wonder he can’t get any girls.
really, go do some self-reflection lahh.

okay, after ranting to myself, while washing up, about guys and their bizarre fetishes, and blogging this post, i feel much better already.
*bares teeth in a wide grin*
off to play games.

note to self: please sleep by 3am tonight.

so many friends, yet how many would get your back when shit happens?
despite having so many people around you, who do you go to when you’re feeling all alone, sad, and/or lost?

when you hang out with say… a particular person alot, that person suddenly becomes your very loved friend.
and somehow, the friends from the past.. year maybe? is neglected.
how many times has such an occurence taken place, be it to you or by you.
how many times has it been when you wanted to turn to him or her, and suddenly it hit you – you can’t seem to communicate with each other anymore.

you know you are at the highest stage of friendship when, after not seeing each other for months, you are still able to pick a random topic from nowhere to talk about.
you know that the friendship is stronger than anything else when, despite having your meetings with each other being cancelled at the very last minute, you try your damnedest to arrange for another.
you know that you are besties when you know she’ll get your back, even without words being said.