pet peeve 1: CHxxx women on public transport. they literally PUSH and SHOVE you just to get your seat.
pet peeve 2: CHxxx men on public transport. read on.
pet peeve 3: CHxxx men on public transport who STINK in the form of body odor accumulated through the day; wearing tattered and ill-ironed thin tee-shirts (with mysterious dirty markings on them); with bermudas that looked like they gone through WWII; coupled with rubber slippers (only with the rubber cover infront type) which can only be bought from the markets (no, not haivannas per se).
ps: there's no intentional discrimination in the form of nationality. but i assume citizens around the world know the meaning of civilised and self-respect; even if they don't respect others around them.
pet peeve 4: pet peeve 3 PLUS them scratching their bare feet WITH their BARE HANDS incessantly (can almost imgaine non-existent fleas YUCKS) and propping their bare feet on the MRT seat. ARGHHHHHH!!!!
pps: this, is DEFINITELY not respectful in any sense.
pet peeve 5: number 3 and 4 PLUS the continuous and annoying blare of music from their handphones (which they think is uber cool and high tech wtf); AND may i add, the music is not those of pop or commercial value, not even cheena, BUT those default tones that the phone offers. WTF??!?!?!
/and so, the road home was turmulous, although i pretty much managed to avoid the peak hour crowd. i bumped into NUS's flag/rag day "crowd" at clementi which annoyed me the same. i've never been on a bus with so many CHxxx students on it since i was back inRV. i shall not elaborate why.
tuition with P was tiring to say the least. i blew my top at various times; close to yelling at the top of my voice. i just hate it when she drifts away and loses concentration.
and i feel like a parrot when i teach her. everything has to be repeated a gazillion times before it enters her brain. not just in speech, but in action. corrections have to be done up to 10 times for EACH question in order for her to remember. AND trust me, i'm not joking. it gets so frustrating, at times i wanna give up.
i was so close to crying just now...
i've been browsing some online websites and saw a couple of vintage bags which are sold at ridiculous prices. and they arent EVEN truly vintage, just mock vintage.
thus, i've done some rational musings.....
and i asked my mum if she has anything to offer me.
-beams- she dug out for me a vintage leather sling bag (mini one) from BONIA. -gasp!- and it was bought by my papa for her back when they were dating!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA. omg so sweet can. tskkk!!! i didn't know papa so rich last time huhhhh HAHAHAHAHAHA.
then she proceeded to tell me to take good care of it. which got me pretty stressed since i'm a person who is pretty rough and careless. -_-'''
the bag still smells of leather and is in mint condition. loves. (:
mama went on to tell me to make the guys buy me everything i want when we're dating HAHAHAHAH WTFWTF.
and my papa was standing next to her shaking his head saying "bu ke yi zhe yang har!!!! cannot ahh!!!!"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!
omg damn funny can.
ok, in case anyone was wondering, i did not manage to get my jog slotted in today. i woke up from my beauty-repair-dead-cells-and-horrid-skin-sleep at 1pm. HAHAHAH. and i had to leave the house at 3pm. slotting in my bathing time and normal jog of an HOUR.......i just didn't have that luxury.
shall do jogging (must!!!) and swimming (if i feel like it) tomorrow!!!!
i really want to visit my skin doc. but i'm so lazy to commute down. rahhhh. and thinking of money flyfly byebye. =( and my skin is getting worse boohoo. can my hormones please stop rebelling??!?!?!
ok enough ramblings.
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