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N A D I A H
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ngee ann poly
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Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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Monday, January 21, 2008 7:48 pm
Get out of my way.



I was late for work today. My first time being late. But it was not my fault. I had to make a detour because the train was out of service. So they had a shuttle bus to bring us to Tanah Merah MRT Station.

I came across 3 quite infuriating people I never wish to come across again.

One was the shuttle bus driver. She took the long way to each train stop.

Second was this woman (Singaporeans might call her 'aunty'). The kind I dislike the most. She's the kind who likes to gossip and talk in loud voices and likes to boast. She thinks she's so smart. She just HAD to force me down the bus, thinking that's the bloody stop but ends up going back up the bus because that was NOT the stop. So I wasted my spot in the bus, almost couldn't get back in because the bus was full to the seams. So she got down the back door, realized it was the wrong stop, rushed back to the front door, cutting the queue and then BLOCKS the damn entrance talking to the driver, asking questions. I'm like HELLOOOO. Some of us are late for work. THEN she just HAD to stand near the cramp entrance and the rest of us had to squeeze past her. I wish I could knock her over with my big bag.

Third was this absolutely no manners woman. She was like sniffing because of her runny nose or something. Suddenly she tap the man in front of her and asked for a plastic bag. But the man didn't have one. Just so happens, there was this guy standing beside her holding a plastic bag containing his styrofoam-packed food. I just could not take the way she asked for the bag. She taps the plastic bag the guy was holding and said "Lai, lai (come, come). I want plastic bag. Want to vomit." All the while gesturing with her hands for the plastic bag in a hurried way. Ok I know, it's better to hurry in case you vomit on people's shoes. But the tone she used! Oh man! Slap-deserving, please.

So anyway, I've already messaged Amala in advance to help me inform the staff that I'll be late. God! I wonder what they think of me now. Why does this has to happen just after I handed my Ward Sister my assessment form on how she'll grade me. I could have gotten 5 points (i.e. Always) for Punctuality.

But work was fine. I passed report quite well today.

Then Amala and I dropped by Bugis Junction and Bugis Village. Quite fun. I discovered this cool makeover place, thanks to Amala. They have this promotion going on. Usual price $180 or was it $160? But anyway, now it's only $65. I wanna go! Somebody accompany me!

And then on the way home, I saw Zhongwei!!!!! My secondary school friend. We used to be close. I so miss her. And secondary school life.