| Ok, I don't know why but I feel like something nice is going to happen today   |
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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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| So I brought home several pictures from dramafest which were pasted on the walls of DXO for (3) Hours of Summer just for ~~*memory's sake*~~ and then I realise, shit, they are all of me and jie yang for the publicity materials drinking at a coffee shop and so they look like ~~*couple pictures*~~ and so this has resulted in a bit of interrogation from the mother who is always quick to ask "Do you have a boyfriend?" and everytime I say no, she says "Are you lesbian?" Oh, the care and concern they shed on me. |
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