A day.

I was working today.
It was unbelievably busy thr' the five hours, i made more than 10 cups of Latte and served more than 12 pieces of cheese cakes, and of course there were other stuff.

I know Starbucks is probably laughing at me, but look, last week the sales turnover almost stunned.

However, I still managed to make 4 phone calls, killed the last boss of a game on my iTouch and finished my Psychology readings. Now I learnt the true meaning of the word "efficiency".


I called an old friend, let's call her Sue, who just gave birth to a healthy baby boy. On this side of the phone I could hear the baby making weird sound over that side. Sooner than I predicted, he started crying his head off even before I finished my congratulation. And once again predictably, Sue said we would talk again and hung up the phone.

I am really happy for you, Sue. And don't forget that i bet on a boy, you owe me some chips.


I called my cousin Brandy who is getting married in December. For 10 minutes she could not stop talking about the dress, or rather the dresses. A customer came, I said we would talk again and hung up the phone.


I called Grandma. She asked more about the granddaughter's boyfriend rather than the granddaughter. Say, he got more than 10 questions in comparison of my two, which were "Have you gained weight?" and "Are you sick?" after I gave NO for the first one.




I smoked only 2 cigarettes today. Reason 1 was that I was lazy to go to 7-11, reason 2 was that I checked my bank account balance in the morning. However, brother called and we went together to 7-11 after that. And there was a bottle of scotch in my bag after i returned to my room. :)

I am 21

I am 21.
And Today I felt that I am old.

I had my most awkward moment during dance rehearsal today.
Not to mention it would be better since my thinking speed has moved to the blunt level.
I might forget what happened today tomorrow.

I could not catch dance steps anymore. Jesus christ.
And yet I mentioned it. Loser.


At midnight I went to a restaurant and had a huge bowl of noodles.
I ate while thinking about what was going on with my body, 'till not only my stomach but the whole body felt the pressure from the amount of food I had consumed.

Literally, I threw the god damn thing up soon after the cab driver reached the destination.


And the worse thing is, I switched my fucking phone back and a miss call showed up.

I dialed back and reached the voicemail for the god damn 100+th time.


I hate the fucking american female voice for the voicemail.
I had fucking enough of it.

I am fucking tired

I am going to throw away my phone.
Because I am so fucking tired of dialing.

The 100th Post

Blogspot told me that it was gonna be the 100th post before I was typing down these letters. Bravo.


I was reading a man's blog. A taxi driver in Singapore who is holding a PhD degree from Stanford.
taxidiary.blogspot.com
If you wanna take a peek.

Before reading it I never knew that Taxi drivers earn less than coffee girls, for example, me. Or maybe it is just because that Dr Cai is not really good at his job as a cabber.

Nevertheless, earning is not the point here today.

His words are amusing, yet serious.

I don't know what I am gonna become after I graduate from this so-called global university, which is ranked among top 10 in Aisa, top 100 in the world. At least i know that I won't become a cab driver since I am not a Singaporean citizen.


During lunch, My project mate, an old friend from the same faculty, asked me if I attended the career talk from whatever bank. I said no. His eyes became so wide like bells and asked me why not. I said I didn't like talks. "But it is a must, isn't it?" he said. "Well, I am not interested in banks, let alone working in one." I answered and stuffed my mouth with vietnamese roasted pork, hoping that he would stop. Of course he didn't. "So have you been to this career conference...."

I swallowed my plate of delicious vietnamese food in Business canteen in a flash without even tasting any of the dish. "I gotta run. late for my lecture." I ran away from the conversation.


I am not a career orientated person. I am not. I used to be, or I used to think I was.

All I want now is to do what I like, because I have never done so for myself. Sadly.



I am drunk. Perhaps Tomorrow I will change my mind and go to the career talks.

"Save money, live better"

I am tired of it. Not Walmart, but studying it, researching on it, discussing over it and hearing the name during lectures.
I am pretty sure NUS is a global university.
I am pretty sure that all the lecturers, professors, doctors or whatever all have great knowledges over the global market.
I am pretty sure that US is a powerful country who is the leader in many fields on this globe and Walmart is certainly a legend retail company or more.

But, gimme a break. I dont have to go thr' this over and over again for my entire college life, or, do I?

Walmart is everywhere in the modules that i was or am taking- Business models, supply chain management, customer relationship management, marketing, SOA, IS strategy planning, customer behaviors and so on and so on and so on and on.

Let me say, why dont you guys open a module called WM1001, Walmart.

And there should also be modules on Yahoo, Amazon, Webvan, Google, 1000flower, eBay.

The funniest point here is, there is not even a Walmart in Singapore.

First day of the new semester, I am fed up and have certainly lost all my passion for my major.
Now all I pray for is that Walmart not appearing during my Psychology class.

Or who knows, isn't the study on customers' psychological behavior taking big part of Walmart's D&R cost?

When i was in Taipei Airport

And when I was blue.

i thought it would be bad.
It is horrible, way much worse than a simple "bad".

it's not like that i'd been there for a while and then left. Not that simple.
It's like that i'd never really left that place, or more specifically, it's like I had never left him.

Yes, him, satellite, star, love.

And now I am lonely and homesick.

Can't breathe
can't talk
can't close my eyes because the tears would fall fast.

Homesick, lovesick.


Laugh at me. It sounds goofy and girly. And i am goofy and girly, just like how you always call me.

Goofball.

I am lonely, 'cause you are not here baby.

I sit in Taipei International airport. Been here for hours, and i still have few more to wait.
I call you every hour or two. your voice is the only thing that soft me up at this point, this moment.
Sitting in a boring terminal like this could have driven me nuts.

but it doesn't matter now. Everywhere else without you is the same - cold, lifeless, meaningless.

So it doesn't matter.

Sitting in a cafeteria for 9 hours drinking up my 6th cup of Americano.

it doesn't matter at all baby. 'cause you are not here by my side. Nothing makes me sadder.


It is weird. The way I am behaving, thinking. I wish I am able to explain it.

I'm not that kinda girl who sings " i've never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground".

I've been in n out of it.

BUT YOU.
you gave me this weird feeling, one that I've never had before. Like i've never existed in a certain way before you came into my world. i do not know how people call it.

Imprinting?

I dont know, I guess you are special.

Certainly you are so very special.


I love you. So much more that you know.


End

2:30pm at Taipei International Airport, Terminal One