ARGH
I WANNA COMPLAIN!!!!!!!!!!! or rather.. I WANNA BITCH!!! I had this ultra ultra long blog... talking about how I spent my 15 days of CNY.. but..... blogger wasn't very very friendly... blogger doesn't like me... after half an hr of typing last night, blogger decides to send me an ERROR msg.... and *woosh!!!* there goes my half an hour's effort. *grumble* .. okiez.. this is going to be a really bitchy post.
So.. yesterday was a bad day. Very bad. First thing in the morning, I had to squeeze onto 170.. DON'T ask me why no one ever EVER queues up on Saturday mornings.. they just DON'T. Had to SQUEEZE on lorz... it's bad on normal days.. but yesterday... I WAS CARRYING MY RC UNIFORM!!! YIKEZ!!! So poor me... while worrying about those fat idiots (ok. I'm not slim. but nvm) breaking my hanger... and crumpling up my uniforn.... had to squeeze on 170.... this coming Saturday is another uniformed session... I wonder how I'm going to manage... and when course starts.............. -no comments-
Things always seem to get worse when you think it cannot... the way nature works is really really erm.. IMPRESSIVE. I got to Braddell mrt at ard 7.45-ish.. got tiaoed by a cadet on the mrt. She doesn't know me. Fine. I was wearing the volunteer's tee.. obviously a HQ instructor... but I got tiaoed. NVM. KIDS. HRMPH! She better thank her lucky stars that I don't know her name.. 'cos I know her sch... and I know her VIs. *evil* Anyway... I also met one of the BWLSS cadets... and she told me "Ma'am!!! How ah? I 4got to bring my beret" How am I supposed to answer? For a moment, I was really lost. Things at BWLSS are so different from what I am used to back in RG or while doing courses in TD... sigh. I told them.. I even smsed QY on friday evening... FALL IN BY 8.30am means 08 30 hrs... SHARP... but NOoooooooo... 8.30am some of them were not even in uniform... tell them to hurry up, they look at me as if I was speaking french. ARGH. *puke blood* OK.. so punctuality wasn't there. Drills standard... no one will believe if I said that they were going for FD comp in 2 weeks' time. As for the overall running of the whole training.. well.. the agenda is just a piece of paper with words that I am supposed to stare at. They can't even agree on who is the IC for the day. Pushing the responsibilities to and fro. No idea why. *severe blood loss*
Next was District FD comp recce.. that went along fine.. :) maybe the only good thing that happened yesterday. Got to see Mel, Huimin, YH and Jiafen. *happy* After that.. I went to Queen st.. thinking of taking the S'pore-Johor express home. Very tired by then. Queue was very long. Decided to take 170 instead. All was fine until we reached Bt Timah road. A malay family boarded the bus... 2 little malay kids... ok. Devil is a better word.. landed themselves beside me.. ('cos I was sitting on the last row..).. woke me up from my sleep with all their noise...and when I looked at them.. you'll think they'll start behaving themselves...and NOOoooooooooooo... the stared back and shouted "STOP IT" right in my ear... sheesh. What do I have to stop? 5 secs before that, I was ASLEEP.. I was in laalaaland playing chess with Zhou Gong!!!... Then they had to wake another guy sitting on the other side of the row... So... 2 kids wanna play.. 2 tired pple don't get to sleep... will they let us off? Noooooooo..... then they started making funny faces... sticking their tongue out at us. SIGH. I was feeling like a bitch then.. so I behaved like one.. After 20 minutes of their nonsense, I tapped on their father's shoulder... (he was sitting diagonally in front..bz talking to his friend.. not bothering about what happens to his little devils)... and said in a very polite voice... "Excuse me sir, can you get them to behave themselves please?" He turned around and scolded them and they shutted up. Malay guy on the other end of the row nodded "thank you" to me. He tried once again to sleep.. and so did I.. but 10 secs later..the kids started all over again. WHY.. oh WHY do I hate little kids?
When I got to the M'sian immigration, it just HAD to start raining cats and dogs. That was the only part of my journey where I have to be in the open... no shade.. and yay!!! RAIN!!! got wet of course.. DUH. BAD DAY. Relatives came over for dinner. Nothing much happened. Teng broke a spoon. but NVM. he's cute. he's not like those little devils. he's cute..and he's my nephew... *smilez* I like him. haha. Played with teng and little ter.. (the toddler my third aunt babysits) all is well. I thought everything was alright.. then decided to start blogging.... 'cos yesterday was the 15th day of CNY and I have not blogged for a long long time, I thought I'll write about what I had been doing for the 15 days. Blogger couldn't be nice to me.. it just had to make my day worse than it already was.... Haiz..... now I'm smarter.. I've got this blog saved as a text doc on notepad.. if there's error again later, I can just copy and paste. *smart* *glows with pride*
I WANNA COMPLAIN!!!!!!!!!!! or rather.. I WANNA BITCH!!! I had this ultra ultra long blog... talking about how I spent my 15 days of CNY.. but..... blogger wasn't very very friendly... blogger doesn't like me... after half an hr of typing last night, blogger decides to send me an ERROR msg.... and *woosh!!!* there goes my half an hour's effort. *grumble* .. okiez.. this is going to be a really bitchy post.
So.. yesterday was a bad day. Very bad. First thing in the morning, I had to squeeze onto 170.. DON'T ask me why no one ever EVER queues up on Saturday mornings.. they just DON'T. Had to SQUEEZE on lorz... it's bad on normal days.. but yesterday... I WAS CARRYING MY RC UNIFORM!!! YIKEZ!!! So poor me... while worrying about those fat idiots (ok. I'm not slim. but nvm) breaking my hanger... and crumpling up my uniforn.... had to squeeze on 170.... this coming Saturday is another uniformed session... I wonder how I'm going to manage... and when course starts.............. -no comments-
Things always seem to get worse when you think it cannot... the way nature works is really really erm.. IMPRESSIVE. I got to Braddell mrt at ard 7.45-ish.. got tiaoed by a cadet on the mrt. She doesn't know me. Fine. I was wearing the volunteer's tee.. obviously a HQ instructor... but I got tiaoed. NVM. KIDS. HRMPH! She better thank her lucky stars that I don't know her name.. 'cos I know her sch... and I know her VIs. *evil* Anyway... I also met one of the BWLSS cadets... and she told me "Ma'am!!! How ah? I 4got to bring my beret" How am I supposed to answer? For a moment, I was really lost. Things at BWLSS are so different from what I am used to back in RG or while doing courses in TD... sigh. I told them.. I even smsed QY on friday evening... FALL IN BY 8.30am means 08 30 hrs... SHARP... but NOoooooooo... 8.30am some of them were not even in uniform... tell them to hurry up, they look at me as if I was speaking french. ARGH. *puke blood* OK.. so punctuality wasn't there. Drills standard... no one will believe if I said that they were going for FD comp in 2 weeks' time. As for the overall running of the whole training.. well.. the agenda is just a piece of paper with words that I am supposed to stare at. They can't even agree on who is the IC for the day. Pushing the responsibilities to and fro. No idea why. *severe blood loss*
Next was District FD comp recce.. that went along fine.. :) maybe the only good thing that happened yesterday. Got to see Mel, Huimin, YH and Jiafen. *happy* After that.. I went to Queen st.. thinking of taking the S'pore-Johor express home. Very tired by then. Queue was very long. Decided to take 170 instead. All was fine until we reached Bt Timah road. A malay family boarded the bus... 2 little malay kids... ok. Devil is a better word.. landed themselves beside me.. ('cos I was sitting on the last row..).. woke me up from my sleep with all their noise...and when I looked at them.. you'll think they'll start behaving themselves...and NOOoooooooooooo... the stared back and shouted "STOP IT" right in my ear... sheesh. What do I have to stop? 5 secs before that, I was ASLEEP.. I was in laalaaland playing chess with Zhou Gong!!!... Then they had to wake another guy sitting on the other side of the row... So... 2 kids wanna play.. 2 tired pple don't get to sleep... will they let us off? Noooooooo..... then they started making funny faces... sticking their tongue out at us. SIGH. I was feeling like a bitch then.. so I behaved like one.. After 20 minutes of their nonsense, I tapped on their father's shoulder... (he was sitting diagonally in front..bz talking to his friend.. not bothering about what happens to his little devils)... and said in a very polite voice... "Excuse me sir, can you get them to behave themselves please?" He turned around and scolded them and they shutted up. Malay guy on the other end of the row nodded "thank you" to me. He tried once again to sleep.. and so did I.. but 10 secs later..the kids started all over again. WHY.. oh WHY do I hate little kids?
When I got to the M'sian immigration, it just HAD to start raining cats and dogs. That was the only part of my journey where I have to be in the open... no shade.. and yay!!! RAIN!!! got wet of course.. DUH. BAD DAY. Relatives came over for dinner. Nothing much happened. Teng broke a spoon. but NVM. he's cute. he's not like those little devils. he's cute..and he's my nephew... *smilez* I like him. haha. Played with teng and little ter.. (the toddler my third aunt babysits) all is well. I thought everything was alright.. then decided to start blogging.... 'cos yesterday was the 15th day of CNY and I have not blogged for a long long time, I thought I'll write about what I had been doing for the 15 days. Blogger couldn't be nice to me.. it just had to make my day worse than it already was.... Haiz..... now I'm smarter.. I've got this blog saved as a text doc on notepad.. if there's error again later, I can just copy and paste. *smart* *glows with pride*