Yes, five days just flew past like that because the Gold Coast was just too damn awesome. The place is gorgeous and the company was fantastic. The sun, the rides, the crazy girls, the...surfers. :P More on it later with the million photos we took because you definitely need visual aids!
Up next Sydney! Will be meeting up with the rest there later but as of now, I'm waiting in the Coolangatta airport now to catch my flight to Sydney. Sigh. An hour more. And I'm dead bored. Internet costs 2 dollars for twenty minutes. -_- Stupid cut throat netkiosk.
Exams were...pretty bad. I had a nightmare that I failed Tax Law with a 49. And it felt so bloody real that I woke up feeling scared and deep-shittish.
Okay well, credit's running out. Talk to you guys later.
Up next Sydney! Will be meeting up with the rest there later but as of now, I'm waiting in the Coolangatta airport now to catch my flight to Sydney. Sigh. An hour more. And I'm dead bored. Internet costs 2 dollars for twenty minutes. -_- Stupid cut throat netkiosk.
Exams were...pretty bad. I had a nightmare that I failed Tax Law with a 49. And it felt so bloody real that I woke up feeling scared and deep-shittish.
Okay well, credit's running out. Talk to you guys later.
I hate exams. Taxation Law tomorrow and I still feel as lost as ever. Three hours for three questions. Gulp.
And I just found out that there's no half hour reading and noting time like there was for Business Law. Double gulp. Just ten minutes reading time. No way in hell is that enough.
I wish I was still back in primary school, and could snuggle up under my smelly white kid blanket and...well, NOT do Tax Law.
Oh well. We all have to grow up some time. Unfortunately.
ETA: To make it worse, I'm in the library, trying to type up some stuff for Tax Law, and this guy a computer away is streaming this new TVB series. :( The Ultimate Crime Fighter. Omg, why is he so free? I want to watch tooooo.
And this girl opposite me just told her friend, "Oh well, I already finished law."
:'(
ETA2: It's been 2 hours and 7 minutes since I posted and that stupid guy is still watching The Ultimate Crime Fighter. Doesn't he have exams to study for? I hate him. :(
And I just found out that there's no half hour reading and noting time like there was for Business Law. Double gulp. Just ten minutes reading time. No way in hell is that enough.
I wish I was still back in primary school, and could snuggle up under my smelly white kid blanket and...well, NOT do Tax Law.
Oh well. We all have to grow up some time. Unfortunately.
ETA: To make it worse, I'm in the library, trying to type up some stuff for Tax Law, and this guy a computer away is streaming this new TVB series. :( The Ultimate Crime Fighter. Omg, why is he so free? I want to watch tooooo.
And this girl opposite me just told her friend, "Oh well, I already finished law."
:'(
ETA2: It's been 2 hours and 7 minutes since I posted and that stupid guy is still watching The Ultimate Crime Fighter. Doesn't he have exams to study for? I hate him. :(
...who laugh way too hard,
act like complete idiots,
take a lot of insane pictures,
have way too many crazy sleepovers,
and would be totally lost
without each o t h e r.
<3
act like complete idiots,
take a lot of insane pictures,
have way too many crazy sleepovers,
and would be totally lost
without each o t h e r.
<3
Because you are Mr. Tan Wen Xue, I can take a break from stupid-ass consolidation just to wish you a happy, happy, happy 20th birthday!
Gosh, someone's aging. LOL. Don't worry, you still look like you're two. See picture for confirmation. Hahaha.
Best bitching buddy, worst-ever hand-tennis and pool doubles partner, Bolton fanatic, soon to be Mr. Big-Shot Accountant; see you in December! :D
Happy birthday again, friend!
*
I miss home. I love it here, but I'll be honest, I miss home.
I called home that other day, because my parents have not been calling me for fear of disrupting exam preparations. -_-" What preparations? Heh. Lol.
Last day of work was eventful, to say the very least. Worked a Saturday shift from 2 till 6:30 p.m. Apparently Christmas extended working hours have started, which was why we were open till 6. For goodness sake, it's not even November. It was crazy, like Saturdays always are. But we got this absolutely insane woman, demanding a refund for underwear. Now, company policy is that we don't refund underwear. Cause well, that's...disgusting. Plus, even if she wasn't refunding underwear, she didn't even have a receipt with her.
She got all psycho and demanded that we refund it and telling us things like "Well, Target would do it!" And get this, she claimed that she would make us shut down. I think my manager nearly burst out laughing at that threat. Lol.
All this for 20 bucks worth of candy mesh boyleg panties. -_-
Then, we got people nicking jumpers off the front racks of the store. The racks are pretty way up front, if we were in the back of the store, or at the register, there's no way we would've caught them. Stupid teenagers (Now, don't I sound old?) then proceeded to tiny little Diva around the corner to steal more stuff. Diva's like a quarter of our store, and they have two sales assistants there on Saturday. Of course they were gonna get caught. Idiots.
Thanks to them, I had to spend the rest of my shift, hovering near the front of the store, hanging and tagging on-sale underwear and watching the front racks like an eagle. Thanks a lot, stupid tweenie juveniles.
Like I said before, bye bye 30% staff discount. It was fun while you lasted.
But oh well, I have to say that I did have a bit of fun working there. My manager's a great manager; the manager-in-training was scary at first, and still is scary, but she's all right, I suppose. And some of the other casuals were awesome fun to chat to. I've always wanted to use the cash register when I was younger, and I guess I can say that I've now done that. In a lingerie shop, nonetheless. Lol. I definitely won't miss the vacuuming though.
So yes, that was my last day and I thought I'd tell my mum because I thought she was gonna nag at me for working and not spending enough time studying.
Mum: How's work, girl?
Me: Oh, I resigned already.
Mum: HARHH? WHY? Aiyoh, they train you so hard and you leave so fast? You 'wan yehhh' ar? So bad. Why you resign?
Me: [who are you and what have you done with my mother?] Erh, hello? I'm having exams in a week?
Mum: Oh ya hor, you have to study.
-___-"
Mothers are so completely unpredictable. Chastising me for resigning when exams are in a week. Imagine that.
She then passed the call to my dad, and the line got cut off. Fifteen minutes later, he called back and immediately went, "Your mother so clumsy. She just dropped the phone and it broke into pieces. Second time already!", like it's the end of the world. Lol.
Aaron: Har-lo, Wen Yee
Me: Hello boy! How are you?
Aaron: *pause* Fiiine.
Me: How's school? (I know, I'm such a boring auntie.)
Aaron: *long pause* Fiiine. *takes deep breath* YouknowarWenYee, I got65formyChinese.
Me: Oh, 65 okay what.
Aaron: *loooooonger pause* MY MOTHER SCOLD ME YOU KNOW! SHE SAY MUST GET 80 AND A-BUF!
Me: :-S
Poor little stressed out kid.
Sandy: Haiyor Wen, I tell you, when I saw Aaron's Chinese marks, I nearly got a heart attack you know.
Me: Considering our whole family can't read or write Chinese, it's quite good isn't it? Who ask our whole family to be banana!
I then complained about Tax Law, and my sister got so excited with her stories of Tax Law back in the day and we started gossiping about all others sorts of stuff, until you could hear my dad mumbling in the background about how we were talking about unnecessary stuff and how the phone bill was gonna be so expensive. Lol. Just like old times.
Calling home is sort of like a recharge. You get to hear familiar voices, most of which you've heard for nineteen years. It's a little piece of home, and it's nice to have that so many miles away. It's the little things you end up missing, like random pieces of conversation flying all over the dinner table and the tv-bonding over Wah Lai Toi advertisements.
And...the next day I got mail from home. Talk about timing. It was in the same envelope, from my dad. He always uses this Hotel Equatorial envelope; I have no idea where he gets so many.
The first time, it contained The Star newspaper clippings about the AMO contact lens solution. Lol. Click here for my recap.
The second time, it contained a handmade birthdaycard paper from him. Nothing more in the envelope, just a yellow piece of paper. I'd given up expecting cheques after what I received the first time round, lol.
Aww, isn't that sweet?
So yes, third time round, I really had no idea to expect. Again, it was thin. Not a cheque, not my birthday. Could it be...more newspaper clippings?
HE SENT STAMPS. OMG.
He collected the envelopes that I sent birthday cards in, back home, and selected the ones that could be re-used, soaked them in water so that they would detach from the envelope, carefully put three thin strips of double-sided tape on the back of them, no more no less; and sent them back to me so I could reuse them. Hahahaha.
Three stamps, of which I get to save...$3.75. Lol. Makes that RM 11.25. That, and a very very sweet note in his doctor handwriting. Double aww.
The chronicles of my mail from home. Never gets old, does it? Hee.
*
While I'm here, here's wishing YK a very happy belated birthday!
Us while watching the Magpies. Don't be so sarcastic anymore, pleeeeaseeeeee. Lol.
And also, a gigantic happy birthday to Ms. Caryn Yan; gossip and shopping partner-in-crime!
Us at the Merdeka Party at Gravity Bar.
In a half-ditch attempt to save this blog from going down the pipes, I shall promise to blog (or rather, just post pictures of them, because I bet you'd rather look at many coloured pixels than reading my lengthy paragraphs) about what's been going on. More to come next time on...
Switchfoot at Richmond AOG!
Snow Patrol. OMG. Yes Sharm, that's your little speck of Gary Lightbody there!
The very beautiful Wilson's Promontory with Melissa's cell group.
The Great Ocean Road and it's perpetual rainy state.
The pretty flowers at the Tesselaar Tulip Farm.
And of course, my newfound love for Australian rules football and the Magpies. You can't not know about this. Lol.
Right, I best be studying now. I'm going to close Facebook, and open my text books. Wish me luck. A week till I'll be leaving for Gold Coast, omg, I can't wait. Gah.
I called home that other day, because my parents have not been calling me for fear of disrupting exam preparations. -_-" What preparations? Heh. Lol.
Last day of work was eventful, to say the very least. Worked a Saturday shift from 2 till 6:30 p.m. Apparently Christmas extended working hours have started, which was why we were open till 6. For goodness sake, it's not even November. It was crazy, like Saturdays always are. But we got this absolutely insane woman, demanding a refund for underwear. Now, company policy is that we don't refund underwear. Cause well, that's...disgusting. Plus, even if she wasn't refunding underwear, she didn't even have a receipt with her.
She got all psycho and demanded that we refund it and telling us things like "Well, Target would do it!" And get this, she claimed that she would make us shut down. I think my manager nearly burst out laughing at that threat. Lol.
All this for 20 bucks worth of candy mesh boyleg panties. -_-
Then, we got people nicking jumpers off the front racks of the store. The racks are pretty way up front, if we were in the back of the store, or at the register, there's no way we would've caught them. Stupid teenagers (Now, don't I sound old?) then proceeded to tiny little Diva around the corner to steal more stuff. Diva's like a quarter of our store, and they have two sales assistants there on Saturday. Of course they were gonna get caught. Idiots.
Thanks to them, I had to spend the rest of my shift, hovering near the front of the store, hanging and tagging on-sale underwear and watching the front racks like an eagle. Thanks a lot, stupid tweenie juveniles.
Like I said before, bye bye 30% staff discount. It was fun while you lasted.
But oh well, I have to say that I did have a bit of fun working there. My manager's a great manager; the manager-in-training was scary at first, and still is scary, but she's all right, I suppose. And some of the other casuals were awesome fun to chat to. I've always wanted to use the cash register when I was younger, and I guess I can say that I've now done that. In a lingerie shop, nonetheless. Lol. I definitely won't miss the vacuuming though.
So yes, that was my last day and I thought I'd tell my mum because I thought she was gonna nag at me for working and not spending enough time studying.
Mum: How's work, girl?
Me: Oh, I resigned already.
Mum: HARHH? WHY? Aiyoh, they train you so hard and you leave so fast? You 'wan yehhh' ar? So bad. Why you resign?
Me: [who are you and what have you done with my mother?] Erh, hello? I'm having exams in a week?
Mum: Oh ya hor, you have to study.
-___-"
Mothers are so completely unpredictable. Chastising me for resigning when exams are in a week. Imagine that.
She then passed the call to my dad, and the line got cut off. Fifteen minutes later, he called back and immediately went, "Your mother so clumsy. She just dropped the phone and it broke into pieces. Second time already!", like it's the end of the world. Lol.
Aaron: Har-lo, Wen Yee
Me: Hello boy! How are you?
Aaron: *pause* Fiiine.
Me: How's school? (I know, I'm such a boring auntie.)
Aaron: *long pause* Fiiine. *takes deep breath* YouknowarWenYee, I got65formyChinese.
Me: Oh, 65 okay what.
Aaron: *loooooonger pause* MY MOTHER SCOLD ME YOU KNOW! SHE SAY MUST GET 80 AND A-BUF!
Me: :-S
Poor little stressed out kid.
Sandy: Haiyor Wen, I tell you, when I saw Aaron's Chinese marks, I nearly got a heart attack you know.
Me: Considering our whole family can't read or write Chinese, it's quite good isn't it? Who ask our whole family to be banana!
I then complained about Tax Law, and my sister got so excited with her stories of Tax Law back in the day and we started gossiping about all others sorts of stuff, until you could hear my dad mumbling in the background about how we were talking about unnecessary stuff and how the phone bill was gonna be so expensive. Lol. Just like old times.
Calling home is sort of like a recharge. You get to hear familiar voices, most of which you've heard for nineteen years. It's a little piece of home, and it's nice to have that so many miles away. It's the little things you end up missing, like random pieces of conversation flying all over the dinner table and the tv-bonding over Wah Lai Toi advertisements.
And...the next day I got mail from home. Talk about timing. It was in the same envelope, from my dad. He always uses this Hotel Equatorial envelope; I have no idea where he gets so many.
The first time, it contained The Star newspaper clippings about the AMO contact lens solution. Lol. Click here for my recap.
The second time, it contained a handmade birthday
Aww, isn't that sweet?
So yes, third time round, I really had no idea to expect. Again, it was thin. Not a cheque, not my birthday. Could it be...more newspaper clippings?
HE SENT STAMPS. OMG.
He collected the envelopes that I sent birthday cards in, back home, and selected the ones that could be re-used, soaked them in water so that they would detach from the envelope, carefully put three thin strips of double-sided tape on the back of them, no more no less; and sent them back to me so I could reuse them. Hahahaha.
Three stamps, of which I get to save...$3.75. Lol. Makes that RM 11.25. That, and a very very sweet note in his doctor handwriting. Double aww.
The chronicles of my mail from home. Never gets old, does it? Hee.
*
While I'm here, here's wishing YK a very happy belated birthday!
Us while watching the Magpies. Don't be so sarcastic anymore, pleeeeaseeeeee. Lol.
And also, a gigantic happy birthday to Ms. Caryn Yan; gossip and shopping partner-in-crime!
Us at the Merdeka Party at Gravity Bar.
In a half-ditch attempt to save this blog from going down the pipes, I shall promise to blog (or rather, just post pictures of them, because I bet you'd rather look at many coloured pixels than reading my lengthy paragraphs) about what's been going on. More to come next time on...
Switchfoot at Richmond AOG!
Snow Patrol. OMG. Yes Sharm, that's your little speck of Gary Lightbody there!
The very beautiful Wilson's Promontory with Melissa's cell group.
The Great Ocean Road and it's perpetual rainy state.
The pretty flowers at the Tesselaar Tulip Farm.
And of course, my newfound love for Australian rules football and the Magpies. You can't not know about this. Lol.
Right, I best be studying now. I'm going to close Facebook, and open my text books. Wish me luck. A week till I'll be leaving for Gold Coast, omg, I can't wait. Gah.
