so many things happened last week.

firstly, i was posted to singpost campaign for three days from wednesday to friday. nine to six everyday. jobscope is to call people and do a short survey regarding the phone directories.

having to call people and borrow their "precious" time is such a difficult task. it's so obvious that people tried avoiding you once "survey" is mentioned. they ain't helpful at all yet showing how impatient they are and how busy they were. before mentioning that im here to conduct a survey, they sound so gentle so helpful. these people are so fake. puii. moreover, it's only three questions that they need to answer.

had to wake up like so early in the morning and had to starve myself till 6pm. didn't go for lunch with them (the rest of the people who are doing singpost) as i don really know them and feel weird mixing with them. they're mostly malays, those who know me will understand. also, they're mostly full-timers, even if they do not go for lunch, they wont be paid. unlike me, im just a part-timer, if i did not go for lunch, i will be paid. so i might as well earn that money as well rather than wasting that hour doing nothing. on the other hand, i was starving like mad. is like, most of the people there are so lazy. they know that we have a certain target to meet each day yet they took lots of paidbreak. it's so unfair. that's why i took things lightly too, didn't work that hard. if i make more calls, im just helping them and letting them go easy. no way!

who cares about them.

on friday, i thought i can meet darling at night. but he was kinda drunk. don know what it's a must to be drinking there. a kinda event/culture blabla. anyway, he got himself drunk and vomitted. poor little boy.

woke up very early on saturday and went beach road with him to sew his `singapore` onto his uniform and then off to bugis to return doreen her knifeset. after that, it's my turn to fall sick. started having fever on the way back to his house, feeling so cold and xin ku. went home rest a little and then started getting hungry. so i ate things like durian puff, chips, princles etc. so smart right, thought i was alright already.

met mel foo they all for "yours, mine and ours". didn't had dinner with them, no appetite. darling finally had a chance to touch house of the dead four. haa. before entering the cinema, i felt sick again. damn. shivering all the way but luckily that two wonderful panadols help. if not i may just died in that cinema. as usual, supper after that but no appetite still.

reached home around three in the morning, quite shock to realise that my youngest brother is not home yet. called him and he told me he's walking home from hougang already, no money take cab or whatever home. sigh. hope he is not mixing with the wrong group of people. please.