So it’s over. My two months of internship is over. To wrap things up, I had a most interesting day of the two months and maybe of the year.
Will update with juicy details (I hope I can make it sound juicy) soon cos I am so sleepy now to update.
Hint:
Includes beers, drunk, old man, MOS and if I may link them up -
old man ask me to MOS!
I was walking to the bus stop to go home from work. I was carrying a bloated brown backpack with 2 bags of apples inside, one hand carrying a big red plastic bag containing mushrooms and bread, another hand carry a ice mountain water bottle but it’s Ribbena inside..like those brought and made from home kind. And my hair in a mess under the hot sun.
I hope you get the picture I am trying to get across, I looked damn auntie. Oh and my boss argued with the other photographer at my workplace today.
2 more days.
I am blogging at work again. No one is in the office at all. My boss left early/ gone else where as usual and the other 2 men went for lunch.
I have been really tired recently, with headache. Not cool. I should take a day or two to stay at home to sleep and rest. I guess even after two months of internship (waking up early), I am still not used to it. BUT, it doesn’t matter COS:
Finally man. It’s kinda sad I hated my internship, I really looked forward to it before I began. Maybe it’s morning, maybe it’s my boss, maybe it’s this place that makes me hate work. My boss is annoying, I hate him. He is nice, good photographer but I just hate him cos he’s stupid. Like he doesn’t have much common sense. He likes beating around the bush when he talks and he can’t communicate properly. ARGH. I got no idea why man..I just hate being around him..he annoys me alot. Like example, let me type out what he told me:
“On Thursday ah there will be a shoot, we shooting fish. They will be bring in lah. We need to shoot the fish in the tank then change to a cage then must take out the fish and shoot then change and shoot.”
You don’t really know what kind of shoot is that right but at least you know it’s about fish.
BUT hell no. Let me retranslate what he meant:
“On Thursday, there will be refrigerator shoot. We have to shoot it with props (food) in them. Then we have to remove the racks and shot an empty fridge.”
It was a nightmare man. The other day, we had a shoot for Giant Hypermarket. There was raw seafood and all those stinky fishes and meat. He was telling me to move the fish here and there. It’s alright I am all stinky and dirty but he just kept pointing, this one, move this one..this fish that fish. I was damn annoyed man, say squid or promplet or fish on your extreme right, is it that hard? It wasn’t very cool I was damn extremely tired that day.
Alright work aside, I met Hilmi on Friday since I wasn’t working. It’s hard to meet up with NS boys. Anyway, we had dinner, catch up alittle. And on Sat, I met Reuben again and chilled out and Indochine.
These two months, I was ok. I wasn’t thinking much, I wasn’t sad. But yesterday night, on the way home from work, I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. I think it’s the PMS. I just feel..empty. And that word just sums everything up. I am not excited about anything, I don’t look forward to tomorrow. And I hate that I am not cos I have dreams..big dreams, ambitions..but they seem merely as just..dreams instead.
Even the uncle making my prawn noodle just now seem to have more passion about what he does than me. My uncle likes to people watch. He was having a holiday there. We were eating at Harbourfront and he told me how he likes watching the uncle making Teochew porridge. The looks in his eyes, how he pours the soup, slice meat was..how do I put it..with enthusiasm? It was quite funny when he told me that but the prawn noodle reminded me of my uncle. He kinda look like my uncle too, the way he cooks is damn interesting…like it’s some dance moves. Serious.
That’s about all on my mind right now. Today was ok. I am just afraid next week my hols starts, I get emo again. I feel like such a emo kid, I am not. I just think too much…worry too much. I feel I irritate people as I type.
Ok, back to my Harry Potter book now. I am still on the first book, can you believe it?
I woke up late for work, at 10.15am. Was on the bus when I saw this on a lorry:
1. hong lamp ump (selling lamps)
2. hon glam pump (some random shop?)
3. hongla lamp (lamps)
4. hongla pimp (some pimp stuff)
5. ho ong lamp
My sister gave me this game site: Nitrome. Pixel art games. Since (at least currently) I am pretty sure my future career would be photography or design and nothing too far off from there, I ever thought if I can’t make it as a photographer, I can do pixel art like these. I am not as good yet but if I practise, making those cute little games are possible. And I will make a whole career out of pixel art.
If I wasn’t do design and photography, I thought about my future career since young.
1. Ballet/ gymnastic
2. Landform studies (geography stuff)
3. Study/ research history
4. Psychologist
2 - 4 is kind of impossible cos I am not smart enough and obviously there’s no landform in Singapore to study about but the first is kind of possible, if my family was richer. I regret not taking ballet ECA when I was in primary school.
Alright that’s all, second post of the day.
On Saturday, I met Per. It was something like a super belated birthday date? We met in the afternoon at Vivo, did some shopping. Shopping is not really my thing cos I hate shopping without buying. Anyway, the new season of clothes are in and woahhhhhhh they are damn colourful man! They are so pretttty, you know..my kind of clothes. It was crazy, everything was gorgeous especially Zara. I will get a new top and very much needed pants/ jeans once I get my budget worked out.
After Vivo, we headed to Clarke Quay to chill. We settled at Barfly after much deciding. We met this very nice waiter. He talks like a little boy..very friendly. Kind of regret not saying bye to him before we left cos he was really nice.
After that, we headed to King Satay to err..have Satays. Then met the guys for little while at China One before heading home.
It was a nice day, Per was bimbotic as usual and super talkative cos she was tired.
Today, I was woken up by a call from YZ at 7.45am. She asked me to work at store instead of my attachment out to Tanglin Mall. She says she wants to break up with me. I was like “When were we ever together?” And Shums mentioned on her blog we broke up!
Yea the popularity. HELP ME! And stop all these girls at work from touching me! And Happy Mother’s Day YZ, haha. I think YZ is jealous I am so popular.
We were overstaffed in the morning, it poured, it was quiet but the afternoon..hoho, a huge mega bar slam. I was at bar when drinks coming in then it became more and more and then MORE. Bar with Zul then YZ. For the first time in a very long time, it was a continuous flow of bars drinks in two rows lined up. Never had the overwhelming of steamed milk in a long time. It was fun of cos, I refuse to slide out. It’s sad, will never get slams like this in Great World.
Anyway, was totally flat by like 5 plus. Was damn tired and cranky. Cabbed home from work for Mother’s Day dinner at home. I was damn extremely tired so was quiet and cranky during dinner..I think I spoilt the dinner.
Work again tomorrow, I hate it. Just 2 more weeks. 2.
And just updated my Fotologue. I love that site. Too bad limited uploads per month.
I am at work. My boss is as not around again, I am scanning film and slacking. I took MC yesterday cos I was too lazy to go to work..hangover. But I didn’t miss out much anything at work actually.
Store chalet was awesome. Too bad I had attachment if not I will definitely miss school for all the days. I was on the way for the BBQ night and my mother called me. She made me emo, with her usual nagging and nonsensical comments. These two months was alright for me..like there isn’t much unhappy thoughts in my head until that evening. She made me cried. Of cos I held back the tears..I don’t want to be crying at a crowded bus interchange.
Once I reach the chalet, took a break, and was ok already. I can’t really be sad when I have all these crazy people of SB LT around.
The BBQ was fun, a lot of people were there. They bought me and Sharon a cake :) It’s my third cake for my 19th birthday. Sometimes I don’t even get any cake for my birthday. Thanks Dean for the water shower, blessing us.
We had games, Mat and Andrew was damn hot and sexy dressed as a girl. With that shaved chest and turquoise undies, bound to make business at Orchard Towers. We watched some Indo ghost show. It was quite funny, scary only cos the ugly woman suddenly popped up. And then we had awards night.
I think YZ was trying to get me drunk. She kept giving me HUGE bottles of beers to drink. And of cos she encouraged me to take MC the next day.
It’s sad, our last chalet as SB LT. 24th of June would be our last day. Then it’s probably Great World City for me and some of us.
I am working later. Don abandoned me for a wedding dinner.
Btw, I share the same birthday as David Beckham, Lily Allen and Donatella Versace (Versace’s designer obviously) and she is an extremely horrible looking woman. I totally fine with plastic surgery just for her.
I feel like shitting. I think the cockles in my Laska was the cause. I am at work now, I will be leaving soon since my boss left already again. He never actually told me specifically I can leave early but there’s really nothing to do..I can’t help the other photographer much anyway. Usually I will just sleep till around 4 plus and leave. SO, why not just leave early..it’s just don’t seem very nice I am leaving early, MUCH earlier.
Anyway, I would like to talk about old people. The other day while I was eating at the hawker centre opp my work place, I shared a table with an old woman. I will eat quietly but you know..some elderly like to chit chat with you and blah right. I met one. She was asking me the usual, where I was schooling, how old and then she started talking about her sister’s daughter giving money to her bf to study, about how she wish she could stayed on in school, how she quit school to sell quey instead and lectured me about concentrating in school, don’t date while studying…she was complaining about her life. Every sentence was complains and regrets.
I don’t want to be like that when I grow old. I don’t want to be 60 or 70 and start regretting I should have done something when I was younger. And living everyday for the sake of living. And complain about everything in life including how little Hokkien Mee you can get with $2 (yes she complained about that). And I don’t want to be one of those old auntie that cut Q so they can get a seat.
I love happy old people. Like yesterday, I was on the way home when an old Indian woman sat next to me. She forgot to tap her card and politely asked me to excuse for her to get out and she gave me a big smile. She said ‘thank you’ when getting off the bus and walked into the church next to the bus stop. It just makes you happy you know..these people love life and will still love life till they die.
And also about breast pumps. See, there was a shoot for Pigeon Products (you know the baby and mothercare brand) the other day. They brought in all the products. One series of was the breast pumps, breast pads, nipple thing, stretch marks cream, nipple cream, some tube stuff..stuff I never knew exist. It was scary looking at them..I want to be a mother one day and I have all these awesome products waiting for me to apply to my very saggy body. And there’s tons of baby care stuff like bottle sterlising machine, scrubs, one-hand pull baby wipes, baby face wipes, baby butt wipes, baby nipple bottle, baby spout bottle, baby straw bottle..see how lucky kids nowadays. Looking at them, I felt it’s quite ridiculous. My parents and grandparents grew up without all these and they are perfectly (ok almost) healthy people.
Why am I talking about these really?
Anyway, Yong Kin (lecturer) came down today to check on me. It was wierd man..like parent teacher conference.
I think I will be heading to the chalet now, BBQ tonight but it’s raining. I don’t know if I am staying over..work tomorrow. Maybe I should take MC.
The sun was of a brilliant orange as I walked home from the bus stop this evening. It seem brighter then usual, as if trying to reach every corner of Fernvale. Everything was shiny as if they had a mirror installed. It was really pretty. And I wish I could look at everything as pretty too.That’s a shot took from my window of the setting sun. It was unusually large and red. I wish I could watch this same sunset somewhere else in the world, maybe at a countryside with goats running around me in England or a green mellow with some snow-capped mountains in the distance stealing the sun rays. I took that with my digi cam, been a while since I touched my digi cam.
No no, not emo stuff. I think like that everyday, just sometimes, prettier things are worth mentioning. I love cycling out in the evening alone to take pictures, it is where you really relax and enjoy the warm sun on your face.
Back to reality, work was boring. I finally finish my book “Desert Flower” and went to sleep. Normally, I sleep on the table, today I slept on the sofa for hours. There was absolutely nothing to do. I could scan film but it’s boring so I rather sleep.
In the SIP logbook, there’s a “daily task assigned” we have to record. I often have the urge to write:
Take lots of naps on the sofa and read all the Cosmo mags.