| Happy Friends are Healthy Friends
 I swear retribution for missing one day of work- got banged by SAJC leftmid and my elbow that was already screwed up to begin with popped out again.
Anyway had my x-ray yesterday and now have two totally cool films of my elbow from different angles!
Appointment with specialist next week, super scary, the doctor says I might get arthritis which apparently is some sick bone disease.
I have religious O levels tomorrow, God Bless Me.
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Today I discovered the truth about being a working adult. It sucks way more than school. At least no one pays me to do my work and therefore I'm not expected to do anything, really. Complete liberty- we really are learning for ourselves. Ok, actually it was just because I had to sieve through the tenders for the Jurong Lake District Consultation the whole afternoon):
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Where the hell are all these hot ang moh people I see at lunch everyday from? I'm going to follow them back to their offices at the end of lunch break tomorrow...I don't care!! |
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I was thinking Chelsea be a bimbo
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... And the worst part of the job? Commuting when everyone else gets off work too... |
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| I spent most of today at Bras Basah Complex as Drama Wing Station Master, so I really did in fact soak in much of the place. I've found a new favorite bookstore, No More Sunny Bookstore at Far East, I have found knowledge elsewhere!
I found this really amazing graphic bookstore with the most extensive range of pictorial books of philosophy and sustainable energy and fashion and pretty much every topic every published.
Later, as it rained and no group stopped by my station, I ventured further and found a new, eclectic concept store which has fabulous notebooks with strange French phrases and cute cats or elegant wildflowers on the covers. I was basically in awe at everything I had only come to know of today. There are all these mystical things hiding from me all the time, I want to see more.
I want to take friends to see these sort of places and explore with me, Gosh, now I feel like Dora the Explorer.
Towards the end of the day though, I began to notice a couple-fat wife and disabled husband- going around begging for money. At first glance, I felt a little bad and then as I was about to leave, I noticed the treatment the husband was getting from his wife. Clearly, being disabled gave him a disadvantage, hence, making him the less dominant spouse. With only an arm in working condition, he found it difficult to hold the keychains and license all at once. He dropped it on several occasions and finally on the third, his wife beat him. Hard. On his injured limb. I deciphered much of what she was saying to him as she did this and it wasn't nice. Scoundrel, good for nothing... Everything along those lines. I wanted to give her a good telling off from where I was but I had too many bags to take care of so I just stood rooted in the corner. I felt helpless. There was tremendous anger in me and I just couldn't do anything to help him. He didn't deserve that treatment and she ought to have just STFU and been nicer to her husband. I couldn't quite put together the pieces.. She was his wife and they vowed to look after each other through the best and worst and.. Well, where did beating and cursing come in? It was a very painful thing to see. Once, Zachary said that I looked like I would get beaten by my husband when I got older and married. I certainly hope not. Watching someone else get beaten was painful what more being beaten myself. I can't begin to imagine.
On a completely unrelated note, I began rummaging to find workplace- suited clothes for next week.. And I have conjured 3 outfits with things I found~~ haha they are damn strange shit I dug from my closet but whatever, 30-year-olds can't laugh at what I wear, I mean its like the pot calling the kettle black so they'll just have to deal with my shitty image. I still need a pair of shoes (Shall I or shall I not debut my Elie Tahari's at URA????Hmmm..) and many bottoms and tops. Yes, that should be all, and an awesome journal so I can chronicle my work- life~~
Also, Bloody piece of shit, my sister keeps boasting about losing weight, talk about modesty... She has lost 8 kilos, IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY, BITCH? |
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