Hello!
Listening to some pretty good music and just reading up on some articles on blogging which soooo inspired me to type up a post.
So anyway, I finally got to watch Hostel 2.
It was OKAY, because most of the storyline was very predictable. Way too predictable and similar to the first episode and you can guess who's going to be killed next and who's the killer. If only 4D was that easy.
So anyway, while I was shopping for my Ma-terr's present the other day, (which I was having a really hard time because I haven't shopped in gazillion years and I was so absorbed in finding things for MYSELF instead of my Ma-terr) and this 40ish woman approached me- while I was listening to my iPod.
Wrinkly, ugly-looking 40ish: *garble like a turkey*
Me: *plucks out earpiece and stares intently*
40ish: WAH! YOU GOT A
Me: *Still staring, who's so rude to say something like that!*
40ish: You want? I introduce to you some face products, 很好的!!
Me: No, I don't want. Thanks.
40ish: WAH!! Your face very oily! The face products are really very good! In 2 days hor, can COMPLETELY CURE EVERYTHING!
Me: No, thanks. (Starts to walk away from the shop)
40ish: You must take care of your face!
Me: (raises hand to shut her up and walks out of the shop)
40ish: (running after me) YOU SURE ORNOOORT!
Me: ...
Okay, so I understand that I've got bad skin. Still! The least you can do is to tell someone straight up that she's got 'ALOT OF PIMPLES!' right. That's like basic courtesy; didn't your mother teach you manners or something. Tsk.
I should have told her, " Oh, how about this. I'll buy your stupid products and I'll introduce to you a really good anti wrinkle cream, 很好的!!"
I wonder how rude can some Singaporeans get. They ought to be ashamed of themselves.
Anyway, I'll be collecting my pay tomorrow with Jo. Working at Opera Gallery's really fun. Easy job.
You type names and press F10 and ZZZZZZZZ! Stickers and papers come out. Absolute entertainment!! I suppose my favourite part of the process will the part where I have to rip the stickers off the machine. It gives off a fucking satisfying RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP. Damn shiok!
There were really interesting names while working. There was one; Mr. & Mrs BLOOD.
WAH! DAMN COOL RIGHT! Imagine your surname as BLOOD. Not that I've got any obsession with blood, but its so fucking HIP!
'Hi, I'm Samantha Blood. Blood, it is.'
Then, there was another Japanese name. I can't exactly remember the EXACT spelling and the pronounciation of the name, but when translated in Chinese, it literally meant, 'One shit something something something'. I was laughing to myself while working. Amusing stuff.
Man! I've been looking for a pair of Wayfarers. Hardly come across any, which is very depressing to me. The only ones I can find are Ray Bans', although I don't know how much they cost locally but I do know they cost around hundreds plus. GAWD, I just find Wayfarers fucking sexy but its quite a hefty price to pay, daaaaaaaamn. I just hope that I get one for my birthday which is on the 22ND OF OCTOBER.
I don't think anyone can forget my birthday when its hi-lighted big and red. I'll be waaaaaaiting! Oh, and don't worry about someone getting a Wayfarer too. The more, the better! Oh, don't forget, I don't mind a black or a red or a white one!
(I'm so thick skinned, I know. (; )
