Stay out of my blog

I dun know why some people just choose to insult my personal life.

Firstly, these people actually check out my Friendster and read my blog entries. I am super appalled at the fact that i'm being told to not do this or that with MY OWN BLOODY FRIENDSTER AND BLOG.

I do whatever i please. None of you can stop me even.

The bomb comes when i find out that i have a Publicity Officer that i never knew about. IT goes around telling my other colleagues and God-knows-who-else to read my blog and check out my Friendster!

I think that is so not cool. For what flying fuck are you going around and telling others to read my blog? GET YOUR OWN BLOODY BLOG AND PUBLICIZE IT.

STOP PUBLICIZING MY BLOG AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY.

I hate it when people stick there long noses into my personal affairs. Its like telling me that you have a wonderful life and i suck because i dun.

Stay out of my affairs. The last time somebody tried to make changes to my blog, the person ended up not feeling very good about themselves.

Clara's car

Clara's car broke down the other day!

I must rmb to blog about this soon!

YLDP recalls.

I read Louise's blog. She blogged about YLDP and all of a sudden, i miss being a Student Leader.

First of all, you'll prolly scoff and delude tell yourself that Fiona was never a Student Leader. But its pure fact that i graduated with a Vice-head Prefect position in my certificate. I am so not lying. I utterly refuse to put up my chachat photo of me wearing a blazer, because i was a fucking fat round tub of..oh never mind.

Anyway, when i first transferred to Northland in 2003, i had the worst first week in school. Its like having to make friends all over again made it all the more sufferable for me. I hated my decision to accept my transfer to another school, but then again, i had no choice since i was expelled in early 2003.

You can never imagine the emotional trauma i went through during my first week of school. Being new and all that, i had to learn how to make friends all over again. Worst of all, i had never been to a mixed gender school, because i spent eight years in single sex schools and i was pretty much comfortable with my gender.

Then came the comments. "Go back to your lesbian school lah!" "You dun belong here! Get lost!". All these i took in my stride, looking away whenever these comments were thrown at me, just wishing that i didnt have to take such shit. Being the violent person that i am, i could have gotten into so many fights because of the things they said. But oh well, i dun even know why i didnt react.

I settled down and within ten weeks, i became a Student Leader. Its funny how i was the most infamous person in Sac and a Student Leader in Northland. Even i dun know how it happened.

Then in six months i became the Co-Chairman of Student Council. I mean, LOOK AT ME. I was the Co-Chairman of the STUDENT COUNCIL?! How the hell?! Still, i was voted by the people to be their in-charge. I took it without a complaint. But there were too many fucked up politics that i cannot figure out to this day. It was too much for me, waay too much for anyone.

Then suddenly at the end of 2004, the system changed and i became the Vice-Chairman of the Student Council, in-charge of all four Sport House. Boy oh boy! Having to lead the four different House Leaders was hell! Its like having four kids that dun listen to your instructions! In secret, i hated my jobscope and the people that came with it. Its like, you happy you talk to me. You not happy you attitude me.

CHAO CHEE TOOT.

Its not like its my fault that i have to manage you monkies okay?!

Anyway, still i had alot of fun being one of the most important in the Council. I mean, come on, i was the Vice-Chairman after all. Then we moved on, to become N/O level students and suddenly we had to oversee the events that the juniors were running. Its super comical to hear them calling one another when they know of any Council members that were going to be at a certain event. I've ever overheard a junior calling another junior who was at the event venue, telling he/she that i was going to be at the event venue in the next half an hour. Its like they care, ALOT. As in care if any of the Council members are coming down, because they would for sure get fucked immediately if we spot any mistakes.

I miss the debriefs where we could scream use profanities at the event organisers on every mistake that they made. I never said that during my time, we were perfect. But we sure didnt do mistakes like theirs!

But now, its over. Its been over since 2005. Once us old birds stepped down and the new council was appointed, it was all over. No more fights, no more tears, no more spewing of vulgarities at one another. Everyone split up and it was every man for himself. We all drifted apart and EBians were with EBians etc and it was like an immediate effect right after we stepped down.

Life went on.

The council members in Express took their Os and the rest took Ns. It was a different pathway already.

I hated it the most when i went back to Sec5 in 2006 to hear things like, "You are a Student Leader, you should do this and that."

LIKE, FUCK YOU. FUCK OFF PLEASE!

I spent most of my school year in 2006 drifting in and out of school. It was because i hated school and i didnt have alot of friends left, plus a different class altogether.

Then i had to deal with losing Louise and idunknow who else. Everything started to melt and stick together in my face. I hated it. I hated not being able to be in control of my future.

But oh well, its all over. I just miss Mdm Ho's classes where i was the bloody CHINESE REP and i spoke English most of the time. HAHA.

By the way, i'm single again!

Joke.

Haha. I'm a joke.

Underage party at Clinic

I met up with Eve and went down to Clarke Quay. As usual, the rat is always hungry, so we had to find food before we headed down to Clarke Quay.

Once we got there, it was to Kandi bar first because we saw Apai and Paladin. Then we decided to head to Fashion for drinks and i got my usual second favourite, burbon coke. I made everyone take a photo with me, with the exception of Santos because he's a pain in the ass.

Marcus, the super adorable angkongsiao Dj.

Selva is mad!

Evie and i.

Raymus and his poses.

Selva looks like he's getting an orgasm touching Santos.

Santos and Selva. The two crazy people in the bar.

Wendy, my Supervisor. She is the first female Supervisor in Cannery.

They camwhored with my camera and i only found out when i got home. Tsk.

Bedah and Cyn with their "vodka" shots.

Cyn and Bedah got so OWNED at Fashion. See, Santos was playing with a empty bottle of Vladivar vodka, where bartenders usually put water in it and practice freepouring. He took three shot glasses and presumingly poured "vodka" shots for Cyn and Bedah. Eve and i knew that it was just tap water, but Bedah and Cyn didnt. So they were going like, "Eh! TAH AH!"

And they drank the "vodka" shot only to find out that it was water. It was fucking cheebye funny! I laughed like mad and said that they were OWNED by Fashion. Their faces was a fucking classic please.

After drinks, we headed over to Clinic to check out the underaged crowd. The amount of Bengs and Cosplay people were enough to swim in. I decided not to take any photos of them, because i was too bothered by the annoying smell that was coming from the crowd. So Eve and i waved our passes and went upstairs.

The view from Balcony @ Clinic. Just look at the infestation!

View from the main floor @ Clinic.

So Eve and i went back down and joined the smelly crowd on the main area with Doriee, Bedah and Cyn. All of us gravated to the music and had alot of fun while sweating like pigs in a hot summer day. It was horrendeous, i tell you

So we all went out for a smoke and came back in to take photos with people!

Chris aka Lang Zai (pretty boy). He calls me Lang Lui (pretty girl).

I found this soft surgery like table and i hopped on and took pictures!

Okay, its official. I am insane.

Kenni, Manager of Clinic. He also another insane person with his nonsense.

It was fun at Clinic, but too bad about the smell. I really wanted to die. Even when i met Effen and told him about the smell, he didnt believe me and i had to ask him to smell it himself. After that, he walked around Clinic holding his nose. He's super cute, i forgot to take his photo, so thus no pictures of him. =( The smell was so bad that it felt like everyone was sent to run 6rounds around the Padang for Physical Ed and went clubbing after that. Do they not know deoderant?

James, the ever hot and sexy club Supervisor who wants me to lose 16kg before he courts me. Like very funny James. But you're hot all the same.

We left Clinic around 3am. Bedah and Cyn went home, whilst the rest of my Fashion staff, Eve and Doriee joined up and went to drink at one of our secret spots. Then we made plans for tmr and we all left for home.

This was one off day well spent.

Everything sucks

I've never been this down my whole life. Even with a high paying job and a boyfriend.

Everything just seems to suck.

Insane things i do when i'm half drunk.

Okay, let me try and recall what i did yesterday.

First, i went to sleep. I'm serious, i did! Then James called me at 1pm and told me that he just woke up, and i'm like "walau eh, dun need to go CDM already." because i just woke up too. Then he said he'll call me back, and while i was waiting, i fell asleep. I was jolted awake by his second call, which we spent talking about his phobia of snakes and Clinic's gay night.

Then he had to go and eat, the pig.

So i went to meet Xia and Sheila at town, where we did some major catching up with insane talking and and story-telling. Then we bus-ed/ NEL-ed down to Cannery and ended up at Clinic. I had to drink most of the whiskey coke that i bought, because Xia and Sheila didnt tell me that they dun like whiskey. I was alil high after all the whiskey then i met Michelle.

Michelle told me Zen was in Clinic and asked me to follow her, which i did. Oh boy, bad thing to do. I met Jeff upstairs and i got a 151 shot immediately, plus he did his cheebye thing of putting tobasco in it again. I helped Michelle to drink hers also, since i was a quarter gone already. Zen gave me vodka redbull and i drank it without thinking plus i hate vodka and redbull. Then i think i went mad after that because i somewhat remember that i grinded Chris while he was working.

Debbie and Angel were at Clinic also, so we all gathered at the bar and danced.

Then i think i went down, and met Zen, who asked me to go to St James. Michelle made me sit onto the sofa because i was insane and W walked past and saw me.

I went, "OH SHIT."

He stopped and walked back to where i was and stared at me. My vision wasnt that powerful at that moment and i actually asked Michelle if that person was W. Plus, he heard it.

Like WOW fiona, you did it.

Then i said, "Dun worry W! I'll be at work tmr! I'll be there at 4pm!" And he said, "You better be man."

I remembered okay. Oh, and then Zen and Michelle were pulling me to go to St James, but i said i had to say bye to James. So we went to look for him and i think i kissed him or something. Plus i met Jeremy inside and i think i kissed him also.

FUCK, i AM INSANE.

So off it was to St James. As it was Ladies Night, all of us got in for free. Then i had to sit down, because i was fucking insanely high. Plus, i had a vodka cranberry in my hand, which i have no flying idea how it got there, but i remember the taste.

We went to get LP in and then i had to go out and get Adam. I dun know how Adam knows i was there, but he came all the same. But Dragonfly was being the cheebye because they didnt let him in due to the age limit. Ah, fuck them lah. So Adam, Michelle, LP and i ended up smoking outside, then i met the HK tycoon that i served the other day, plus apparently he remembers me.

His boys tried getting Adam in, but the bouncers didnt allow it.

So too bad.

I somehow got to the bar and got myself my favourite burbon coke. I finished it and then we left. Adam had to support me because my legs refused to cooperate. We all got into a cab and went to Newton for supper.

OMG, i just found a water blister on my middle finger. What the flying fuck please. Who burnt me with their cig?

We ate and i think i did some insane shit while i was there. Prolly the whole of Newton knows me now. Shit, what the fuck did i do?

Then i cannot remember what happened, but i woke up in the cab, lying on Adam's shoulder. Fuck lah Adam, i remember your smell now! I became sober and we stopped at the MRT station. Then spent another 15mins talking to Adam about nightlife, then he had to go. So i went home.

I'm one insane bitch, i swear.

First warning letter.

I got my first warning letter on the 1st of this month. Sure, it sucks. But i had no choice but to sign it. Sometimes, i have fucked up thoughts, like why should we be given warning letters? Its like, we work all the way till 5am and what if the transport has complications? Then that would shorten our sleeping time, wouldnt it?

Lets say, i worked till 5am today and transport comes at 530am. We are all waiting for transport when we received the information that the transport is late. So what the fuck can we do? Wait lah, no choice.

I've ever waited till 730am for North transport and i had to work the next day at 5pm.

The day only has 24hours. Thats not alot of time. If i come in early, i dun see any praisal. But if i'm late, then i'm liable to receive warning letters and telling offs. I come on time, i also get naggings. I seriously dun know what am i supposed to do. Do i come on time? Or early? Or what?

I come early i dun get anything, i come on time i get nagged, i come late i get warning letter.

All also not very good options what.

Anyway, i signed the letter already. To me, i know that W has given me alot of chances when i was late. So, its only fair that i get a warning letter this time.

The warning letter comes with consequences. One letter is equivilant to no promotion for the next three months. But its okay, i just got promoted. Once the three months is up, i think i would have fought hard enough for another promotion.

My life sucks, bottomline.