An Eye for a Metal Box

This happened at about 3pm yesterday afternoon. I smashed the I-don't-know-what-it's-called bone next to my right eye on this metal box attached to one of the walls below my block of flats. I had no idea it was ever there before this day and accident. What was so unlucky besides the really loud knock that shocked my friend Sam's friend so much was that he was supposed to deliver 8 packets of Bah Kua to my house but he didn't have our unit number. If he had had, I wouldn't be nursing a swollen black eye now. I wonder if it would heal by Chinese New Year...

I don't think the pictures are clear enough. The one on the left side was taken almost immediately after that super hard knock. It shows my eye slightly swollen already. The one on the right was taken just hours ago from this post and the top of my eye has already shown signs and color of the bruise. It still hurts like hell - alright, I do not know, hell might not hurt at all for all it's worth.

If it's not gonna heal by Chinese New Year, I can only hope that makeup can cover it nicely.

**update as at 2.20pm

Took a photo of the "box" I smashed into yesterday. I think I smashed my eye onto the door, which for some reason was left opened.

This was what my simply idiotic friend Eric said when I msn him the picture.

Eric says: wah this box got alot of germs around it Witch says: yah Eric says: those workers after toilet never wash hand, then they start to touch & install the box Eric says: and when that box hit your face, Witch says: they somemore either forgot to lock it or the lock is spolit Witch says: *sighz* u made it sound so horrible Eric says: germs will be spread over to it Eric says: and imagine those uncle after dig nose, they will deposit the left overs on the box Eric says: so... Witch says: u'll making it really scary liao as if my face will rot soon Eric says: hey, maybe Witch says: damn u! haha Eric says: its true leh just imagine those lame uncles Eric says: i still have not consider cockroaches shitting on the box, lizards shit etc

I really wonder why I have such a friend *hmph* ok lah, for his benefit, he was rather concerned lah, those remarks above were all just 1 day in the life of being his friend.

Lip Service

This was on Friday evening where I was at Watson's at Far East Plaza with airen. I was dressed up ok that night, in skirts and all. I approached first the Maybeline counter - I was in this makeup mood that evening - wanting to still try on the new foundation and noticed this promoter - not a young person mind you - with this super black face staring at us. I thought she wanted to promote her brand at first but she made no move to approach me.

We moved on to the Silky Girl counter toward the inside of the shop where I saw these lip glosses on sale and thought to get 1 for my mum. Busying myself with trying out the colors on my fingers, I was oblivious to my surroundings until Airen nudged at me. She had followed us and was standing on our left side, steps away from us, so obviously pretending to be reading instructions on a product when her real intent was to "catch me red-handed" leaving with unpaid stuff in my huge zipped up bag.

I wasn't pissed at that time though he was and took my sweet time to try and compare. Only when I was done and finally took a good look at her did I feel my blood boil. She was staring at me with some kind of dislike as if I'm a teen shop lifter or something. I worked at a retail shop before and knew how to spot shop lifters as well as how to react toward them! In no way, do I stare at them or follow them in such obvious manner!

This brings me back to the question. Why was I or rather we, singled out where there were so many shoppers and some of them teens who were in the shop? Do I look like a shop lifter or some cheapskate who couldn't afford to fork out $5.90 for a single lip gloss?

On our way out, after paying for 2, she was still staring hard at us. Oh please! What did we ever do to you? We so regretted not telling her off in the face. She does so deserve it!

My next stop was at M.A.C at Tangs. I was dying to see if the Disney Lip Conditioner collection was out. It was. They blew my mind away and I got the Daisy one on the spot. The extreme difference between the sales girls was simply glaring at this moment. The ones at M.A.C took time to speak to me, find me the sample color that wasn't there in front of me and passed me a Q-tip when I so stupidly stuck my finger in the pot - though I'm sure they laughed at my moutainess later on.

True enough, M.A.C is much more expensive and thus, I would have to expect better service anyone might think BUT I do recall this incident, my first time approaching a makeup counter - Lancome - where the 2 sales girls turned 1 to the left and the other to the right immediately on my approach. Sometimes I really do wonder what is wrong. Do I look too young to be served? Too poor to buy things or simply like a shop lifter that I should not be left alone with anything that has a price tag? Perhaps I should convert to Internet shopping instead.

Another Random Post

A series of stuff has happened since the last time I blogged r-e-g-u-l-a-r-l-y. So I shall try to fill in the blanks bit by small bit each time I've the urge to do it. Sequence of events are not likely to be in order. 1. There was this day where I stupidly saved this tiny Pinky strip and did a tile on my desktop as wallpaper, thinking that it'll be extremely cute.

I wowed at the effect for ages, going Pinky eyed, only to lose my desktop shortcuts in the midst of the cuties.

2. I discovered a new brand of lappy. Durable, hardy and rather light. A little old and worn out looking though. Owner of this amazing lappy is...my second sister.

3. Then there was this other slightly rainy morning, 1 or 2 weeks ago, where airen went to the bus stop with 2 umbrellas to pick me to the office. The rain stopped just before I reached and thus instead of opening them up as shelter, I held them by the handle. One of them died on me as I was crossing the road.

4. Following the Nightmare on Jurong West St 61, we have since ordered a new sofa set and an incredibility comfy armchair - courtesy of yours truly. The 2 men in my family are seen here on last Thursday enjoying the full comforts, which unfortunately did not last long because the new dark red sofa has relegated to becoming the personal L shaped table of the Empress Dowager at home - my eldest sis.

5. I supposed this deserves a mention. My second sis bought this NEW Nokia handphone recently and has been boasting to the moon about it everyday - make that at least 10 times a day! For someone who doesn't follow handphone trends nor buy a handphone for other than its basic functions, I must admit, purging into this buy is a major feat. Therefore asses to the person who made snide remarks about her then 2 day old phone, it really is rather nice though not my type. Pity the pictures are a little too small.

That is all for now.

A Review on the National Library, 8th Floor

Wrote this post mid way a long time ago and gave up half way coz I was up to chin with my project. I was there to meet my friend "eddie" at the research section of the Natioal Library - just before x'ms - in my super huge lappy bag, 2 bottles of mineral water, a kino plastic bag with my latest Sandman graphic novel and my jacket when I came face to face with the sign below. It says no bags allowed. I've to deposit mine in the lockets provided at the side. Holy crap! All I had was 20 cents to my name. What's worse, how do I work without my lappy??? I called "eddie" and he told me to just walk in and not care about the security guard sitting in front of the library door. Feeling like an extreme terrorist, I deposited my bomb - my huge bag - and carried only my lappy, hidding it benealth my jacket and walked past him without breathing. I got in. Nothing happened to me. Nobody stopped to check what I was hidding under that jacket or why I was walking so strangely. Nobody approached us either when we took out our lappies to start working. Nobody so much cared when the girls opposite us carried in their huge totes either. I was starting to feel safe till this stuffy looking librarian walked towards us, then passed us toward the guy sleeping soundly - not snoring though - on the sofa behind. She tried to wake him up and warned his compaion that no sleeping is allowed in the library. I racked my head trying to recall her signs I saw outside the library. No sleeping? I don't think it was stated there at all. Anyway, I supposed there's no need to adhere to the many signs outside, they're pretty much useless. Just stick to this rule. Libraries are for waking people, not sleeping beauties.

The person in the reflection is me lor, trying to capture the irony of it all, without capturing the attention of the security guard on the other side.

Which Part Don't You Understand?

I know the pictures are a little too small, just bear with me for a while and strain your eyes abit. I'm pissed, I really am or perhaps, I'm just plain dumb coz I'm doing things that people don't understand. Anyway, I sent out a sort of guide out to this Indian IT Manager again today, knowing that he's not gonna be able to understand and know what to do about the simple instructions, I did this guide with pictures in MS Word for him.

Maybe I'm the stupid one coz he never seemed to understand my guides, neither the words nor the pictures. Anyway, he called me in kinda panic about an hour after I sent it out. Indian IT Manager: I can only see "Select * FROM..." blah blah Me: What screen are you at now? Indian IT Manager: I can only see "Select * FROM..." blah blah he is not answering my question but pressing the repeat button on himself. Me: Did you click on Query? Are you at the Query screen? Indian IT Manager: I can only see "Select * FROM..." blah blah he is so obviously in a repeat mode, anyway i supposed he is at the Query screen. Me: You just have to clear away the text there. Indian IT Manager: I don't see the insert statement. Me: You are supposed to clear away the text here and then copy the statement in. Indian IT Manager: Where is the insert statement? Me: It's in the next page. He goes on to do as I told him to, execute the statement then happily reported the message that appears after that, replied that yes it can be done and he shall repeat for the other 2 while I try to refrain from collapsing onto the floor. NOTE: if you're not understanding, please refer to the guide I've included above before the conversation. if you're still not understanding, please stop reading anymore of my stuff and go away! I refuse to communicate with anybody like you.

Math Question - Kinda

If you wanna put a formula for discounts applying to 6 people and above, what is the formula that you should apply? [a] > 6 [b] >5 [c] >7 [d] <6 [e] don't know, my math plain sucks! Thanks to Mr Smurfie for answering it correctly, brought tears to my eyes really. I've people selecting all the wrong ones - except [e] of coz, coz it was not included for them. Perhaps I should so when they chose everything except the correct answer, I wouldn't be so pissed.

A Brand New Year

1st day of the brand new year and my ah ma's 80th birthday. What can I say? Big celebration, relatives coming from Malaysia, from Queenstown and Yishun. Lotsa drinking, lotsa toasting, lots more drinks. My father got drunk, slept on the floor of my room, then shifted to my bed when he decided to puke a little. My 2 nieces stayed away from the crowd and accompanied their sleeping, drunken grandpa in my room, playing Maple Story. If only the story outside of my room were that peaceful...it was indescribable thus I shall not bother to describe. All I can say is, at the end of day, most of the males are fully drunk, our dog is in deep shock over my 2nd uncle's constant imitation of Ric Flair's whhhoooooooooooooo and our family sofa had to be thrown away etc. Happy New Year.