Painful, self-satisfying day

 

i woke up today to a dying pain. according to some mag i read from last month or something, it’s some thing i can possibly treat i think, and it involves me having massive diarrhoeas along with the usual pms cramps. this usually removes my ability to even stand, so waking to it was a nightmare.

 

however, last night i cooked the above monster, whereby i accidentally poured too much chilli and it was too spicy even for me. for the first time in a long time, i was breathing fire with every sprite laced breath. i had to divide the above bowl’s portion into 2. BUT when you have DIARRHOEA with that massive amount of chilli…. i don’t think i need to go further explaining what that does to your ass eh?

 

 anyways, aside from that, i kinda fluked a little on my econs essay, but i think i should be ok. but i wasnt happy with that.

 

turned up for my pcf class, with which i argued with the lecturer, a number of things happened there that i kinda laughed my ass off about as well. let me just say something

 

Bullshiting is a form of art.

 

my mum took it to a wonderful level… and obviously people who don’t know her well would believe her. academically though, i had say, so far, only 3 teachers ever really knew when i know something, why don’t like something, every single academic characteristics of me, they knew it down to the roots. at that level, i know i can’t bullshit past them, but we always end up being good friends as well.

 

complete with my terrible stomachache today, i had really no mood to attend classes. but my lecturer obviously hates my balls as much as i hate his. i can’t afford to miss his class anymore, whether i like it or not, whether i am dying or not so i went for his class.

 

sidenote: ok i don’t hate him so much. last week’s presentation he did for our class, i was almost in tears. it wasn’t that he yelled at me again, or that his presentation was an uber wonderful presentation. it brought back many memories for me, long lost ones that were so beautiful that i suddenly yearn for my friends in Singapore again.

 

a long time ago, i used to sing in sign language with them, that’s where i picked it all up, but few people know i knew it because i rarely use it nowadays, nor is there a need for it. and i miss my friends that i learnt sign language with, half of whom are married.

 

again, may i reiterate this, it seems very odd that those same little girls you used to play hopscotch and five-stones and whatever country side kiddy games that we invited at that time as well, are suddenly married, and some are even having kids. like omg, stop growing up for a minute please, time stop please.

 

back to the main story 

 

he decided to change the way of running the class such that now each group would have a group leader to lead the discussion for every different question for the tutorial. also, we have to present it ala presentation style. furthermore, each group would be graded as some kind of marks against each other, and the last group would have to buy 2 bags of chips or lollies for the class.  

 

to cut the long story short, i kinda warped out because my group was almost on the verge of being the last. but mysteriously, the other group could not answer one question, and i got 2 go’s instead, to save my group, as one 2 of the people in my group couldn’t answer their questions. and mysteriously, i somehow managed to bullshit my way into winning.

 

so yer i don’t have to pay for dumb bags of chips for the class ~.~

 

the point of that little bragging though, was how bitchy classmates can be. This very girl, bree, whom i thought was really nice, is starting to wear on me a little with her bitchiness. sure she is a bitch, she is entitled to her rights, as a student, as someone who pays her school fees, as a person, as a woman. however, there are times when acting out on your own rights, you also cut right into someone’s rights.

 

according to my class mate last week, she had a cry and bitch about how the teacher was giving us a chance to present at an earlier time slot, that wasnt compulsor for other people to turn up, and she insisted that Sally should fail us. i am not saying we shouldn’t fail. however, there was a slight confusion at the time of choosing the date to present. our group was certain we asked for a friday. i remembered insisting on a friday, because of how hapless my group was. therefore wednesday was definitely not possible.

 

today, her group which started out stellarifically, fell flat on their face towards the end because the group could not answer 2 questions fully, adequately and satisfyingly to that teacher. not to say i actually did a proper job either, but i got the mark from her group as they could not answer it.

 

when someone cheered in my group after my wonderful bullshitted save, bree turned around and started screaming at amy, saying that the group only won coz i saved our asses.

 

in that split moment, her cutesy prettiness suddenly turned really ugly.

 

competitiveness is something that should be healthy, and not be as temperamental as a kid. 

 

similarly, at work, my wonderful tips thief suddenly gave me my tips for today. i was wonderfully surprised, but at the same time i was curious. she had been really nice to me lately, albeit she had been a pain in the neck to work with as well, of late.

 

when lyz was still around, she had work till lyz finishes work and have a drink with her, then go home and such. nowadays, ever since the tips and such, the moment her section’s cleaned up, she had asked to leave because, "if i don’t catch my bus now, i would have no bus for tonight." and proceeded to leave, and then adjourn to the bar for 20 minutes worth of drinking, bitching, watching the tv and sucking up to the manager.

 

also, when she’s working anyways, the sense of "teamwork" have all but disappeared. she only cares about her section, since she’s not getting tips from us anyways, as she said.

 

tips tips tips tips tips. money money money money money.

 

while in comparison to most of them, i don’t get as much tips from my customers, despite the huge amount of praises. i am not fully concerned, although i am just worried because i need the money. i believe customer service should be there, regardless of the price tag. obviously, Tips thief decided not to agree with me on that point, she doesn’t even believe me. sometimes, i find her checking on me from afar to see if i stole her tips.

 

anyways, i had enough of the new girls’ and their attitude issues. i had a discussion in Mel, who has been busy doing afternoon shifts as the assistant manager. and basically dump it in her hands.

 

look, i am not concerned about working with the girls. they ask me to help, i am fine with it, even though sometimes it sounds like a command. however, at the same time, they seem to use it as a form of communcating that i don’t give a shit about their attitudes. one of these days, i will snap fully. and then. voila, stand off……

 

oh did i mention?

 

i am senior waitress #3. 

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