Friday, March 30, 2007
FREAKY PEOPLE.yay i found time to post >.<
off till thursday.
lunch with my much-missed friends
this sunday!
short post today,
cos i just wanted to get this out
of my system.
today i finished work early,
reached the station near my house
at 10 30pm.
my parents are in cell group till now,
so i decided to cab home.
as i was at the taxi stand,
blasting evanescence on my player,
i got approached by this guy.
he looked....stupid.
you know how some people
just look dumb?
yup.
he said:Hi, I'm ryan(or bryan.i couldn't care less)
I'm doing a free portfolio,
and we're looking for faces.
I would really like you to be in it.
he stuck out his hand.
i didn't want to shake his hand.
i don't particularly like touching
strangers.who knows if they're clean
or have TB or something right?
i said:sorry.i'm not interested.
he suddenly looked desperate.
(what, did he think i was gonna
fall on my knees and beg him to accept me?)
he said urgently:but its free.
SO WHAT IF ITS FREE?
i was thinking.
so if you give me a pile of cow dung,
i'm supposed to take it cos its FREE??!!
besides,you don't look trustable AT ALL.
i said again:i'm REALLY not interested.
sorry.
at this point his hand was still stuck out for me to shake.
he then said:Please.Just shake my hand.
i think at about this time i adopted
a WTF?!!! look on my face.
i said:NO.
and plugged back my mp3.
he still kept asking me to
"just shake his hand."
i must have said "NO" 3 more times.
a cab came and i gleefully darted into it and sped off.
WHERE TO FIND THIS TYPE OF
PEOPLE YOU TELL ME.
they must be from mars.
he is super desperate or something.
its as though i'm the last remaining remnant
of buddha and one touch, *poof*
enlightenment.
do i look like buddha's toenail?
on a more serious note,
NEVER ever trust such people.
why?
1)no namecard.
which means..
2)no company.
WHICH means..
3)cheater.
which means...
4)danger.
puh-lease.
even if (0.001%)
he does belong to some agency,
WHY is he talent-scouting at night?!
doesn't make much sense.
humans aren't nocturnal.
and
WHY is he the only one?
no other colleague.
GIRLS.
Don't ever believe such people.
guys too, on second thought.
this world is tainted with trashy people.
Clara.
10:53 PM
Sunday, March 25, 2007
finally.
i can blog again...
last week i worked all weekdays,
10-10...
which makes me about $300 richer ;)
totally worn out..
had to drag myself out of bed
on sat early morn for the medical checkup
at town.
my house is just 15mins from town.
after the checkup,
had a quick bite and rushed off to cell group.
by then my energy level was 50%...
after cell group rushed down to service..
after service my energy level went back to 100%.
church always does that for me..
so basically today was my only off-day
from all the activities.
woke up at 1pm. -_-
(can you blame me?6 hrs of sleep throughout the week,
when i'm used to 9hrs.)
had brunch, and played with rainbow all the
way till 4.
i've missed her sooo much.
wonder if she felt neglected..
i could only say hi to her every morn before
i left for work.
went to pluck my eyebrows (owowOW)
and went on a junk food shopping spree
with my mum.
i intend to pass time at work by
stuffing myself silly.
the next time i blog will be sat/sun..
just so you ppl know...
and come here for nothing except
for free music >.<
do tag though!!
after this week's work i can only conclude:
People are weird.
its true that only when you work
you'll meet all kinds of funny ppl.
lemme list them down.
1)Vain people.
Everyone is vain to a certain extent.
But i reeally can't stand it when people
pretend to be interested in my stall's stuff
while examining their reflection in the
antique mirror.
There was this guy who actually stopped,
took out his comb, and combed his hair.
I can't help but glare at such people.
The thick-skinned ones don't even care.
2)People who are more interested in ME.
Guys aside,
there was this one lady who kept looking at me
while i was trying to explain my products
to her..
and when i was done she asked me:
You're mixed blood right?
I said: No.
She then said:No lah, you're mixed.
OHMYGAWD.
i was dumbfounded.
who should know better what heritage i am?
MYSELF, not her, a COMPLETE stranger!!
she remarked:you're very pretty.mixed.
and walked off.
3)Children who think my stall is a playground.
There was this kid who was running round and round my stall,
playing hide-and-seek with his dad.
and his dad was rather stupid.
he kept chasing behind his kid.
and never could catch him.
finally, after the 74674th time,
i felt super dizzy and told the man that he should run the
other way.he did, and caught his kid.
-___________-
many more...
but here's something EXCITING.
it was..er..wednesday afternoon i think.
the crowd was missing,
and the whole shopping centre was kind
of sad and empty.
this guy came to my stall.
he looked like a chinese contractor..
company shirt,rugged pants..
he kept touching my stuff.
at first i just let him browse.
but after a long time he was still there,
so i approached him, and asked him
whether he was looking for a gift.
he mumbled something totally incomprehensible.
so i just let him look around more.
it was then that i noticed something weird.
he kept almost-falling-asleep.
i thought he was gonna faint at times
or fall on his back.
then a sudden thought came to mind-
could he be drunk?
and i remembered that episode on the mrt.
but i didn't catch a whiff of any alcohol.
the guy realised that i was staring at his actions.
he muttered something about packing stuff.
so i thought that he must be tired from work.
then suddenly he took up one of the necklaces
and BIT it.
and then he tugged on it very hard.
i totally freaked out,
but kept telling myself over and over again that he
was prob. testing the necklace.
but somehow that logic didn't satisfy me.
at that point in time i was just grateful that the necklace
he chose had a metal-wire threading so it didn't break.
then he put down the necklace,
picked up another, and tried
to EAT a black bead on it.
MY GOODNESS.
i had to use all my might not to die from fright.
i tried to attract the attention of the two women tending
the stall next to mine,but to no avail.
then suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder.
i spun around to see the lady who tended
my boss's other stall at the end.
she told me that she had been observing him,
and had phoned security.
i was so relieved..
the guy was still biting the necklace.
i half-wished that he would swallow it and die.
which is totally mean, but put yourself in my shoes.
but then i thought that a dead body at my stall
wouldn't be great,
so i wished that security would hurry.
the lady whispered to me: He's on drugs.
Suddenly it all fell into place.
he's not mad..
cos mad people don't doze off while standing up.
he's not drunk..not a whiff of alcohol.
which leaves us with drugs.
thats the only thing left which will alter a person's
actions and behaviour.
a million thoughts were running through
my head.
my brain was in overdrive mode.
then...the guard came..and led him away.
he was so groggy, he didn't even resist.
the guard came back later to check how i was.
i was fine by then,but totally GROSSED out
bu the fact that i had to wipe the 2 necklaces
he bit for obvious reasons.
i was also a little cranky.
the security at my working place
NEVER patrol the shopping centre.
that's why weird people hang out there,
even though its town,not some neighbourhood.
(fyi there are gays looking for partners openly too)
so i told the guard that had there been
regularly patrolling, such things would not happen.
he was apologetic,and promised that
he would send people to patrol more often.
true to his word..guards patroled much more often
in the following days.
the end.
out of all the weird people i have met,
i can now add 'drug addict' to my list.
funny that it always takes something
serious to make people get up and move.
it takes a bomb attack to increase security,
it takes HORRIBLE grades to make a person
study,
it takes a death to treasure your loved ones.
and so on...
not forgetting.
it takes a drug addict to make lazy guards patrol more.
-_-"
no one came to visit me at work this week =(
my friend went today but i was off.
sooooo sorry!!
but i did meet one of my church friends
when i went down to buy food from
mos burger.
she was with some school mates
and a guy who was rather cute.
you know my standards..so that means
he's not bad at all.
i walked over to say hi.
i was so relieved to find a familiar face.
funnily, the guy looked somewhat surprised
when i walked past him and chatted with my friend.
i soon found out why..
my friend later told me that he
was project superstar's nat.
chey.
bet he thought i was gonna ask him for an autograph.
haha.i never get caught up with such things.
my poly stuff are almost settled..
i have a question: is pink hair allowed in poly?
cos I STILL WANT IT.
http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/entertainment/2007-03/06/xin_110304060938860244667.jpg
lookie.
even miss avril has it.
she hasn't been very nice after marriage,
once even spitting at fans.
but anyway, i love her hair.
my hair is getting straight.
i think my curls are wearing out.
but they look so nice and natural now.
back to the subject.
i used to think avril was sooo pretty.
until i saw this.
without makeup.
http://www.zonalibre.org/blog/nivonog/archives/avril_lavigne_no_makeup_04.jpg
shudder.
but in case anti-makeup people
started getting all smug..
read this.
its the most ingenious post ever.
http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2003/08/quite-often-i-get-comments-like-this.html
hope this has been a long-enough post.
and OH,
pink is the colour of 2007.
not my fav colour,
but it would look good on hair.
but i only like this shade of pink.
http://www.w98.us/ekd/images/pink%20hair%20closeup.jpg
i'll let my aunt do it..
lest i emerge from some salon looking awful.
7:16 PM
Friday, March 16, 2007
arrgh.
long time no post..
no pics today (or for that matter
for a while more)
cos of my batteries.
cos of my cam's high megapixels,
it uses up batteries super fast.
and at first i used energizer's
high-power-device batts.
but they cost $3 per pair.
(i need 2)
and after every use ( 1 1/2 hr )
they die.
so i was thinking:
if i use my cam 150 times..
that'll set me back by $450.
i could bleach my teeth with that money -_-
so..my dad came up with an idea--
rechargable batts.
so i used them..
the charger costs like $50!
but in the long run it'll def.
be cheaper than disposable batts.
but NOW my charger is spoilt.
i think.
the batts won't charge.
so until i figure something out..no pics sry!
neways..
hectic times lie ahead for me!!
my boss is going overseas twice
in the following weeks so i have to
work very regularly.
the last time i worked was thursday.
many thanks to jie pin for calling
when i was soo bored.
and to my cousin for visiting me!
these made my day pass by a lil'
faster..
i want a 4i subset outing.lol.
LETSGOWATCHAMOVIE
cosihaven'twatchedonein10months.
so embarrassing!
was on my way to cell group when
i saw the poster for "Mr Bean's Holiday".
--Disaster has a passport--
how apt.
some things i can't stand at work.
utter rubbish i tell you.
and mostly from the locals.
(surprise, surprise.not.)
these people get angry at ME
for my bosses's rules.
1)They pester me for a discount,
and i tell them,very nicely, that
our shop doesn't give discounts.
They start grumbling and immediately walk off.
2)They complain about the pricing.
They demand to know why its so ex.
(as if its my fault)
Once this indian woman started scolding me
for the prices and said that you could
get the same stuff for much cheaper
at LUCKY PLAZA.
hello.
this is town, for pete's sake.
i had to use every ounce of
my self control not to smack her
with a solid piece of amethyst.
i then said airily:
well.what you pay for is what you get.
(yi fen qian yi fen huo)
please DO NOT argue with me.
she shuffled off huffily.
3)They ask for directions.
and when you are unsure,
they GLARE at you as though
you were deliberately keeping it from them.
HE-LLO.
do you think that i built the shopping centre?
and bear in mind that YOU are asking OTHERS
for help, not vice versa.
4)They totally destroy your display,
try on everything,
and then tell you that the stuff is nice
but they won't spend such money on it.
5)They are simply looking for someone
to argue with.
they seem to challenge your patience.
i never give them the satisfaction they want
by losing it.
all in all, my attitude towards such people
is indifference.
we could do without such customers.
surely they have seen the ad saying:
Good service begins with yourself.
if your behaviour is as such,
how do you still expect people to serve
you whole-heartedly?
xoxo,
clara.
11:11 PM
Friday, March 09, 2007
falling sick is a sure fire way
of losing weight.
i lost 1kg. =(
which makes me..39.
i aim to be 42 by the end of this year.
cos that sounds more..healthy.
anyways,
here's one of my absolutely fav. girls.
audrey kitching.
you must be going: who??
well.
in short, panic! at the disco's
lead singer's ex-girlfriend.
waaay pretty.
its one thing to be pretty-
anyone can be pretty.
its all about finding out what works
for you.
but its another thing to be pretty
in an edgy way.
and audrey does just that.
and oh--
i want pink hair.
i'm gonna get pink hair.
imagine twirling a strand of pink
hair and rolling your eyes?
heh.kidding.
i just want a couple of streaks,
at the bottom.
and darkdark pink.
not baby pink.
here's what she looks like.
click on the pics.
for a bigger version.
she looks like a doll.
she's btw, an accomplished model.
www.myspace.com/twiggviolence
just so you know.
k nuff girl talk.
main reason for blogging today:
Little annoyances.
mine mostly are during the journey
to work, when i'm grumpy as hell.
and everything isn't funny at all.
we're bound to encounter
stuff that irritates us to no end.
but sometimes we just gotta live with it.
here's a hastily put together list.
1)I can't stand it when people take forever
to step off the escalator.
gosh.
imagine if you crash into the person?
and the next person would crash into you too.
that'll be a human domino.
and THAT is my 2nd fear,1st being shut in between
lift doors. =x
2)The upriding escalator at city hall has faulty handrails.
that slide downwards.
so you'll find your hands slipping down as
you go up.which isn't very funny
when you've only had 5 hrs of sleep.
3)Ringtones...rawr!!!
on the mrt.
never mind if they're awful,
they're also loud.
and just when everyone is looking around for the
culprit, he/she slowly takes out his phone
smugly.well, mission accomplished if he/she
just wanted to annoy the hell out of others.
and show them his/her bad taste.
4)Starers.
as though there aren't enough things
to look at, they look at YOU.
and you don't know why, you haven't done
anything wrong,you didn't pick your nose
and eat it. (haha gross to the max)
but still.THEY STARE.
you glare back and they don't get it.
they must be stupid, you conclude.
5)Smelly people.
You just feel like digging into your
savings to buy them deodorant.
end of story.
And last but DEF. not least,
6)Overly affectionate couples.
gosh.get.a.room.
it makes onlookers uncomfortable,firstly.
recently someone wrote in to
STOMP, complaining about PDAs
(Public Displays of Affection).
i seriously applaud that person.
and as idiots do exist in this world,
someone actually defended PDAs.
that someone must be a testerone-charged
teenager.
lets call him harry.
to set the record straight,
some PDAs are fine,harry.
a hug, a peck on the lips,
holding hands,THEY ARE FINE.
but not ENGAGING IN A MAKE-OUT SESSION
IN FULL VIEW OF MANY OTHER PEOPLE.
the thing is, the person who wrote in
was complaining about a couple who
was getting too carried away on a train.
and dear old harry offered this
worthless piece of advice:
look away lor.
my jaw dropped when i read that
in the newspaper.
hands shaking, i read it again.
it was true.
such stupidity does exist.
so...just because a couple cannot keep
their raging hormones under control,
the rest of the commuters actually have to
to compromise?
when they're innocent?
i think its completely unfair that
the passengers have to pull out a year-old
magazine and pretend to read;
look at the "interesting" patterns
on the floor;
be "fascinated" by the counter-terrorism video?
the thing is,
i feel very strongly that you can do whatever
you like in public,
cos it is a free world,
but only,only, as long as it doesn't affect others.
i'm an anti-extreme-PDA person.
surely there has to be a line between
acceptable PDAs and unacceptable ones.
imagine if people got jailed for unacceptable
PDAs.HAH.
then all the chee-kos will have
a jail record.yay!
we'll be saved from such unpleasant sights.
and i wouldn't have to be reminded
of my non-existant love life.
;)
at the end of the day,if a person values modesty,
he/she wouldn't cheapen themselves
in such a way.
what if their future employer witnessed that sight?
aha.
gone case.
lotsa <3,
clara.
10:21 PM
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
in case you didn't quite catch
my prev. tag...
posting was out today.
and thank God,
i got my 1st choice!
mass com at tp..
i was super happy.
i just hope it isn't true that
skinny people are b*tches
and girls who aren't ugly are sl*ts.
gosh.
sooo many rumours.
the night before i couldn't sleep.
and i had a nightmare that results
came out in weird codes like this:
5,2
and i didn't know what the heck that meant
cos i didn't pay attention during a briefing.
i got so panicky ><
and when i finally decoded it,
it meant that out of my 5
choices, i got the 2rd one.
which was np.
and just then my alarm rang.
first time that i woke up so early
when there wasn't any work.
my celebration turned solemn
when i fell ill AGAIN.
like just after my fever 2 days back
subsided.
this time i got stomach flu and gastric.
ow.OW.
i hate gastric.
it came about this time cos
i slept in late the prev day
(duh, i was sick),
missed breakfast and woke up starving.
and then this morning i was hungry but
went back to sleep after getting my
results cos i wasn't feeling well.
i threw up my jap restaurant lunch.
what a waste.lol.
but its true that you feel better after
throwing up.
and soon i got hungry again.
stole my brother's fries,
and had a well deserved rest.
one thing i hate about gastric is that
even after its gone your stomach
feels reaally sore.
like someone just beat the hell out of you.
and how to tell when the pain is gastric-induced:
when its not your belly hurting but
farther up.
cos we all know that the stomach is actually
higher up than your belly right?
right..gonna rest.
hope you all had good postings..
night.
clara.
11:02 PM
Friday, March 02, 2007
such a long hiatus but anyways
i'm back!!
busy working and making $$ lately.
tiring but satisfying.
today was such an interesting day,
hence my decision to blog even though
the time i spend blogging could be
the time used to catch up on my beauty sleep
;)
remember i told you all about the guy
approaching me for the starhub ad?
they asked me to get back to them.
but i was too lazy.
well, they called me back and
arranged for an interview.
i was reluctant to go,
then decided i'll go and drag my mum
along for safety reasons.
i thought i wouldn't be able to make it,
that the interview would last 3 mins
and end with empty promises to call me
back soon.
but.
it lasted for 1 and a half hours.
so.
they think that my selling point
is that i'm chinese but i don't look chinese.
they think i look.
jap.
my gosh.
nooooooooooo.
not everyone with curly hair
and slightly bigger eyes is jap.
def. not my ideal image.
the deal is:
if i sign up, they'll send me to auditions
straight away..
for print ads..
and maybe tv commercials.
and whether i make it or not will be
then up to myself.
i'm free to reject auditions.
BUT.
but.i have to sign on with them.
and get my own portfolio.
which is: $380.
no ++, just $380.
and $8-$15 for a com card..
which is like a licence to model.
what do you guys think?
i don't know what i should do!!
help!
yes/no?
btw just one assignment will be able
to cover the cost of the portfolio.
one 40 min photoshoot=$400+++.
0.0
my mum says its up to me.
interestingly, the agency was interested
in my MUM too.
cos the demand for middle aged women
is high, to, you know,
create that happy family image in ads.
no surprise there though.
my mum's features are great.
and her nose.
HER NOSE.
is perfect.
(which i, unfortunately, did not inherit =[ )
yup.
anyways on to work.
you know the old saying:
if you don't mention it it will not come to pass.
but if you do, it'll happen.
i was talking on the phone with my friend
when she asked me if guys have ever
like approached me for my no. , stuff like that.
i said: no, they usually just pretend to look
at my stall. which is totally dim-witted
because i only sell stuff for girls.
after i put down,
a guy came up to me asking for donations.
silver ribbon project.
although i had given just 2 days ago,
i gave again due to his persuading.
then.
he stuck out his handphone.
i was like: huh?
a donation of $4=free hp?
not bad!!
turns out he wanted my no.
-__-
but he was quite cute,
so i gave him my no.
lol.
but i told him that i wouldn't
reply to his messages.
so..the 2nd person that i gave my no to.
the 1st was out of sympathy,
and became a total disaster.
lemme relate it shortly:
i was being santarina, remember?
he was too shy so his friend was the one
who asked me.
yup.
he sent me msges occasionally.
you know, the kind where you forward
to everyone on this planet.
then one day, i think i accidentally deleted
his no. from my phone.
so i asked who he was.
and he acted real hurt that i forgot.
OH PLEASE.
get a life.
***
so anyway.
i got approached by another guy a second time.
he said: Hi. You are?
and i told him my name.
cos he was looking around my stall
so i thought he had something to ask
me and wanted to know how to address me.
and he gestured behind:
This is my brother Frank.
i spotted a mortified guy trying to
look as though he was really absorbed in his phone.
but really , all he probably wanted to do
was dig a hole in the ground and jump in.
Gosh.
and that stupid "introducer",
lets call him Dick,
was looking totally pleased with his
matchmaking efforts.
in fact he look as smug as one would at having
eradicated world-wide poverty.
i was super pissed.
ok to set the record straight,
they're both old.and fugly.
i mean not so pleasant looking.
(be polite, clara!)
just because Dick is slightly better
looking than his brother Frank
doesn't mean that he should take frank's
dying love life into his own grubby hands.
he prob thinks that his "good looks"
could get girls' attention more than frank's
so he is the one doing this rubbish.
i had on the politest get-out-of-my-face
look on my face.
and said:What.
Are you doing?
and dick hurriedly put on a fake smile
and made a "cool" gesture towards frank.
and said: you know, make friends?
i spun around and went back to my seat.
leaving him standing there looking like
the true loser he is.
ridiculous.
yup.
hope it was funny.
(it was to me, but maybe not so to Dicky dick)
later on again.
(no boys this time)
i met this lady.
the moment she found out that i was
friendly (i am to customers ok..)
she started talking.
and i mean talking.
she showed me her new phone, her extensive
photo album, and how to access the internet with it.
i was horrifed.
but continued smiling.
then she went on to tell me about her niece's job.
and then--she went on to her own working history,
all 30 + years of it.
and gave me this advice:
Be a generalist when you're young, then specialise
when you're old.
not bad advice.
then she talked about her current job of 7 years.
which is examining people's blood cells
and then giving them advice.
then she tried it out on me.
i'm an A+.
apparently, my blood is thick.
and prone to:
1)heart probs
2)stoke
3)cancer.
WOW, thanks!!
i really needed to know that -____-
and i have to take
1)multi vitamins
2)omega 3
3)enzymes.
then she went on to a lengthy explanation
of how cancer is formed,
how our brain transfers messages,
and how omega 3 is beneficial.
my god.
i nearly died.
it was like a bio class.
then she went on to teach me how to
do sales.
and she told me that she had done $1 million
of sales.
at first i was like whoa....
and finally.
final-freaking-ly.
she left.
then a sudden thought came to my head.
1 million.
is like selling 16 $60 000 cars.
which every car salesman is sure to have done.
and how about selling houses?
chey.
ok...
long post huh.
gonna sleep now.
working tomorrow!
clara.
11:02 PM
