Sunday, June 18, 2006

met his family for dinner with his aunt and grandparents in tow. i selected one of my most loose tunic top, wore the most modest make-up, pulled back my hair and hope against hope i would remember all my manners. i didnt want to be remembered as the girl who cackled like a hyena with spinach wedged between her teeth. or the one who eats like a boor with gravy lining my lips and saliva dribbling off the side. but not to worry, i specifically avoided the likes of spinach and gravy. so everything went well. heh.

my course is due to start tomorrow. woohoo! i cant begin to describe how excited i am. this is what i have been waiting for the past one half years. a chance to enter the profession and live my dreams. i am glad i stuck it out. i am glad i never gave up (although i did break down when i thought my application was not accepted). i am glad for a wonderful family and fiance who have been so patient and supportive in my pursuit for the right career. and most importantly, i am very thankful to the Almighty for guiding me to this path. its amazing how carefully He choreographed His plans for me. i had to wait one half years to get into this course but He ensures i am always employed. Assignments were aplenty, and they came knocking, one after another so i was never jobless the whole time. indeed, He is All-knowing. who needs a planner when you have God on your side, babe?

and because God is willing, i passed the interview despite murphy's law working in overdrive that day.
i left my house an hour before the interview at buona vista. 5 freaking minutes before the interview, i was still stuck queueing for a cab at clementi interchange, drenched and flat-haired cos of the heavy rain. i was very restless and i wanted to cry-i really did. i literally begged the woman and her friend in front of me to let me go before them.
this was what she said through her coke-bottom specs with all the rudeness in the universe, "no! you are busy, we are also busy what? you have something important, i also have, what? my daughter is waiting for me back home. no!" as in the words of ja-ja binks itself, "how wudeeeee!"

then she proceed to complain bout me to her friend in some foreign tongue and both of them shook their pathetic heads. i knew i would be late, it was just a matter of how obscenely late. when i couldnt risk waiting anymore, i approached the guy in front of these two twits and pleaded with him. he relented. (after thanking him profusely-see i never forget my manners) i paid careful attention to ram my way forcefully between these nincompoops and snapped "he gave me his queue, i go before you." and off i hopped into the cab. of cos they not happy.
you want rudeness, i give you rudeness. ha. i wished i had at least shown them the finger, but i know the fact that i didnt do so is what separates me from these low-lives.

anyways, i arrived more than ten minutes late. the interview hall was empty and the bell connecting to the interview room was ringing endlessly, signalling the interviewers have been waiting for me to go in. i was a nervous wreck but thankfully i left that nail-biting part of me at the door before i went in.

fortunately, i got through the interview fine. unfortunately tho, i still cant forget her 80s-styled do, atrocious ingleesh and god oh god: her face.

........ so tomorrow, i will leave my house at an ungodly hour when the dew is still fresh and erp is not yet in operation. i will squeeze my freshly cold-showered self into a train of crusty-eyed, tak mandi bunch and i will inadvertently lure myself to believe their main purpose is to rub off their BO on me. i will stand in a queue for no doubt, more than an hour to register for my course and get my goodie pack then scram. and the whole time i would be hoping i had brought a portable chair along so this lazy ass can rest her tush.

but know what? i will NOT complain. no, i wont. this whiny yana will keep her mouth shut and grin like a mad cheshire cat cos this is what i want. i would gladly smell the worst BO and go through a room of tear gas (with gas mask on my face, heh- i am still a wimp at heart) to get into this course.

let it begin.

(ps: you know, its not their unwillingness that gets to me, its their rudeness. sure, you might also have something important to attend to and you can decline to help but cant you have the decency to put it across in a more courteous manner? but you know, something tells me she did not have anything pressing. she just flat out refused to help because she secretly savours the fleeting power she had to make another person miserable..... sadist)

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