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Day three of work.

i must say this job isn't quite as bad as i thought. somehow i'd manage to get jobs where i get to go online and eventually do ridiculous things like read french kindergarten books [and fail miserably at comprehending it] and updating my blog.

we're holed up in a tiny-assed room, all three of us. looks like a lil store room, actually, with a pile of boxes in one corner and odd pillars and shelves as the only form of decoration on the white walls. reminds me sorta like a cell in a mental institute, straitjackets and all. i suppose thats why mel and i both changed our wallpapers to beautiful scenery of i don't know where. mine looks like france. ah, france. i wonder if michelle is having a ball.

anyway, the work now is pretty slack so far, come nearer the date of the event i'm sure we're gonnabe busy as hell. i feel like i'm in council all over again. but this time, i'm gettin paid fer it. [yeaaaaaa]

but its a bitch to wake up in the mornings. like how long has it been since i've gotten up before the sun is even in the sky?! but the morning shower jolts me right up. what with it being so FREAKIN freezing and all. [yes. i am grumpy in the mornings. i am human.]

oh but whats a even more of a bitch than waking up at that god-forsaken hour is to take the train. yes. all those of you who know me know that i HATE taking the train. the lines are bloody confusing and there is no sense of privacy with everyone able to look at everyone else so openly. there is, also, no sense of a comfort zone. shite. every single morning my face is either 3inches away from the some lady's hair in front of me, or i'm face to face with an armpit. *groan* DO YOU KNOW HOW DAMNED SMELLY AH PEKS ARE?! those ah peks who don't bother taking a shower in the morning and all bundle into the train smelling like sour milk and musty beds that haven't been sunned since the day the cotton that made it was picked. gah. and even when u try to squeeze with a well-groomed lady who looks like she's been scrubbed clean with a metal brush and detol, chances are you'll suffocate from the bottle of perfume she rinsed off with. ugh all the unfriendly career-minded people with faces of stone, waiting, knives in their hands, poised and ready for the next back.

alright. so not everyone on the train is devil spawn. i was actually pretty pleasantly surprised to see that most of the early morning commuters actually stood aside at the doors of the train to allow passengers to alight first! like, how considerate, right?? i was so surprised and had renewed faith in singaporeans again. they even stood on one side of the escalator!! so yeah. had like 3 seconds of wow and awe and pride in singaporeans until i stepped INTO the train and the world started crashing down again. stupid feet-stepping people who are so highly educated that they don't know how to say sorry.

oh well. enough rant, and enough sad entries. its back to work. :)