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Saturday, October 11, 2008


Danced to BBang's Lies today :D

I can't believe I rushed from Dhoby all the way to Milennia just to find that the lao pok teacher was there, relieving Pat again-,- But it was alright today. As long as he stays away from things he doesn't know how to do.

CIP was fun today. Kind of. My skin thickened tenfold by the end of the shift. Ha. We (Jane, Jenny, Vivian, Hui Jun, Jennifer, Nicole and I) were the "escalator girls", as some guy called us. We practically just stood at the foot/top of the escalator and thanked people for keeping to the left, at the same time holding up posters. Was quite stupid at first, but then we warmed up and it became more ... interesting. I was pretty amused by different people's reaction to us.

Some people were so ignorant, it was puke-inducing.
Damn pro. I was smiling at them to remind them to keep to the left, and upon hearing that, they still gan gan go to the right-,- And some people who weren't on the left, upon seeing me, glared at me. Most people just looked at me like I had two heads, or I was stupid.

I was especially pissed at this guy, who was, by the looks of it, JC 1/2. He looked at me mockingly, using the "aw, you poor little thing" attitude and asked me how much I get paid doing this, SNEERING AT ME SOMEMORE. I politely replied that we don't get paid and he looked at me like I was crazy as was like "then why ya'll still doing it!", as if I was so pathetic to be doing this on a Saturday.

Woh, hold it there guy. Apparently there are some people who do things willingly, not for money. I was so pissed I felt like retorting. Too bad he already went down the escalator.

K, well, of course there were exceptions. Some nice ones smiled at us and occasionally some people would smile and give us a thumbs up. Some would politely greet us back too, when we tell them to have a nice day. Some woman thought that we were looking for someone, ha. As if anyone would go to any mrt station and hold up a wanted sign.

There was a Singa mascot around too! Super cute. I wanted to be the mascot! But apparently, I'm too tall-,- Lol, we ate lunch, which consisted of maggy mees, under some tree.

I like the shirt we received. Nice material. And our leader or something, whatever, Carmen (sp?), is really nice. Ha (:

Anyway, I had some random and completely weird epiphany that alot of people actually like people, although they don't act it.

...

I told you it was random.