my face is rotting away.. omg..

its been a fairly long time since i blogged. and usually when i blog, i'm most probably jobless or bored.. this time round, i could say i am not tied to any jobs right now. haha. yes, i'm not attached to any attachements.

i'm having a crazy break out. omg, my face is rotting away. why oh why oh why. is this karma? for all the time i pinpoint and laugh at other people's zits? dear lord, could you zap these zits away? its much easier then having to part the red sea or even create a massive flood on mankind.. i must find something to blame these zits on.. must be the prawns!

about the prawns:
Amin, MJ, Jo and i went to prawning last saturday. sort of a commemoration on the arrival of Jo back to singapore. haha. brought them to this new prawning place at guilemard road, old badminton club. Amin, Jo and i reached the place first, so we started with a 3hr package deal, $30 for 3 hr is pretty fair. MJ joined us on the last hour.

i was pretty lucky, not so for Jo and MJ. i manage to get 8 prawns for 3 hours, which based on professional standards, its not really an achievement. hahaha. Amin got 2 crabs from the crabbing pond. well, actually he caught 1, the other was given to him by an uncle.

jo made friends with an uncle aka stanley aka BROTHER (haha), and he gave us a bag of prawns.. literally a bag.. i bet there is like 3kg. in total, its like almost 30 prawns and 2 crabs.. we ate it for dinner, by which its already 10pm. Jo mentioned that 'cos the prawns are fresh water prawns, it gives us zits easily, apparently 'cos they aren't clean. i thought that wouldn't be true, considering fresh water is much cleaner then sea water right? lo and behold, my face is rotting away slowly like i'm strucked by some flesh eating disease. there's a huge zit on the left side of my forehead, which is giving me a headache.

today i went to tp for a tad while to reprint my transcripts. freaking bull, to reprint i have to pay $10.20 and i still have to wait like 5 days for it. bull ok. i just hop friday's interview with lasalle, don't require my transcripts. i don't get it, why does it have to take 5 days to print 2 pieces of paper?? goddamnasshead.

after settling my transcripts i went to IRIS to visit alicia and amin. amin was kinda busy so i talked to alicia for the while. she said my eyes are puffy.. oh my god.. realllllly? (looks at mirror) i think its true, i got these tiny eye bags under my eyes. more like wrinkled bags.. freakazoid.

i don't intend to stay long at wendy's (not the restaurant, but my sister's). i am gonna find a job when january ends. i could do my ntu applications first before i leave my sister's. i'm sorry but i know wendy's pregnant and all, but its really too tiring for me to do the runner job.

Runner Job:
a runner is a person who does errands on the run, therefore is always outstationed. job scope includes running errands, buying lunch, going all the way to PSA @ Tanjong Pagar Plaza to settle foreign workers work permits, shuttling foreign workers to set up bank accounts to and fro their work place, collection of documents from all spots of singapore... by bus.

mj knows i swear by taxi. so taking a bus is like a bird getting strike by lightning, which means its totally RARE. sheesh.. i hate talking to these foreign workers..

me: you take number ok?
them: number? #@#!$@#$ ?
me: huh? no, just take. hold paper. ok, queue up. follow worker. (points to the snake line of foreign workers)
them: *nods* #$@#$@#
me: huh? ah nevermind.

them: *walks back to me* @#!@#!@$#!$#%$
me: huh?
them: *hands paper to me*
me: oh. ok.

me: (when they settled their thumbprint thing) you know how to go back?
one of them: yes
rest of them: $@#$@#$ *whispers* no
me: ok you (points to confident one) go. you 2, follow.

i hate it that i have to sometimes settle the indian workers. i hate it 'cos out of the masses of indians at the place where they make their work permits, i CAN'T differentiate the indian from another indian. i nearly shouted at one stranger to stop him from walking away with his passport and stuff (i had to keep them with the company first before returning to them, for fear they would run away with their passport.. thus illegal immigrants) because i thought he was MY foreign worker. i was staring at him to try to process his image, to see if his profile fits the profile i am looking for, and he stared back.. and you know how indians have large yellow eyes.. freak. lucky the right one came to me just in time the jaundiced indian came to me.