4th July 2002 Thurs11pm – Terribly hot!
Last night, I chatted with my friend MY till about 1am++. Maybe the excitement of our long awaited conversation somehow stimulated my brain’s neutrons and became the real cause of my insomnia. I think I slept at about 3am++ but then kept awaking many times that I feel that I’m not sleeping at all. This continued till morning. Finally dragged myself out of the bed after being ‘scorched’ by the shinning sun. Feeling a bit grouchy. Then I was asked to clean here and there. Up till here, I felt like biting everyone’s head off.
Went off shopping with mum at Bugis Street during mid noon. Today’s weather terrible. Worst still no umbrella to go under. Let me count… I bought about 4-diff soft drinks but still can’t quench my thirst. Met Evon and her friends at one of the bags stall. Take me by surprise that she can recognise me. That moment I was thinking hard who she is and nearly blurted out “ You are the receptionist”. Gee, awful! We once worked as receptionist at ING Insurance, now known as QBE Insurance and we are supposed to meet out with other girls for lunch this June holiday. But somehow, the contact was lost. What’s a pity! She’s now studying in NTU and like me, can’t find a vacation job.
Discovered a bohemian shop at Bugis Street. The clothes that they sell are very different from others. Even the decoration looks so un-commercialised. Overheard the young boss went over to Thailand and Hong Kong to handpick the merchandise. If only that I don’t need to rush back to help my dad, I would have bought some stuffs there. Going back there one day!
This time, simple 100 helium balloons at Kream, Clark quay. While there, the big door was locked. The key bearer can’t even unbolt it up. Seem like it hasn’t been used recently. Finally when the almost all the balloons being blown outside the lounge, the door was forced open. Immediately, the whole place was filled up with putrid cigarette smell. I think I was a bit allergy to these and got headache. Went inside, quite dark. It was so run down. The lounge has not been opened for a period of time. A pretty female employee was cleaning the glasses while 2 funky guys tried to clean up the place. Sheet of black plastic covered the bar tables and when they flip those away, tens of small cockroaches and flies just appeared. Disgusting site! I got into wild imagination that a decomposed body was lying underneath it. Using mop to clean the table seems the only solution. One of the boy start grumbling that work like this for only $6/hr isn’t worth it.
I hate such a place. Could imagine the kind of people out there. There is even a poster “ Femalicious” outside showing Caucasian female in G-string. Can’t understand why people choose the place to celebrate birthday.
It’s past 12am. Very tired now. I return later tonight.
Last night, I chatted with my friend MY till about 1am++. Maybe the excitement of our long awaited conversation somehow stimulated my brain’s neutrons and became the real cause of my insomnia. I think I slept at about 3am++ but then kept awaking many times that I feel that I’m not sleeping at all. This continued till morning. Finally dragged myself out of the bed after being ‘scorched’ by the shinning sun. Feeling a bit grouchy. Then I was asked to clean here and there. Up till here, I felt like biting everyone’s head off.
Went off shopping with mum at Bugis Street during mid noon. Today’s weather terrible. Worst still no umbrella to go under. Let me count… I bought about 4-diff soft drinks but still can’t quench my thirst. Met Evon and her friends at one of the bags stall. Take me by surprise that she can recognise me. That moment I was thinking hard who she is and nearly blurted out “ You are the receptionist”. Gee, awful! We once worked as receptionist at ING Insurance, now known as QBE Insurance and we are supposed to meet out with other girls for lunch this June holiday. But somehow, the contact was lost. What’s a pity! She’s now studying in NTU and like me, can’t find a vacation job.
Discovered a bohemian shop at Bugis Street. The clothes that they sell are very different from others. Even the decoration looks so un-commercialised. Overheard the young boss went over to Thailand and Hong Kong to handpick the merchandise. If only that I don’t need to rush back to help my dad, I would have bought some stuffs there. Going back there one day!
This time, simple 100 helium balloons at Kream, Clark quay. While there, the big door was locked. The key bearer can’t even unbolt it up. Seem like it hasn’t been used recently. Finally when the almost all the balloons being blown outside the lounge, the door was forced open. Immediately, the whole place was filled up with putrid cigarette smell. I think I was a bit allergy to these and got headache. Went inside, quite dark. It was so run down. The lounge has not been opened for a period of time. A pretty female employee was cleaning the glasses while 2 funky guys tried to clean up the place. Sheet of black plastic covered the bar tables and when they flip those away, tens of small cockroaches and flies just appeared. Disgusting site! I got into wild imagination that a decomposed body was lying underneath it. Using mop to clean the table seems the only solution. One of the boy start grumbling that work like this for only $6/hr isn’t worth it.
I hate such a place. Could imagine the kind of people out there. There is even a poster “ Femalicious” outside showing Caucasian female in G-string. Can’t understand why people choose the place to celebrate birthday.
It’s past 12am. Very tired now. I return later tonight.
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