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Saturday, October 18, 2008
today was a terribly pissifying day.

first, got woken up at an ungodly hour to get ready for the WFA. made me grouchy, made everyone grouchy, and my grouchy mum started yelling at us. made my pissed-o-meter go up by 5.
when we got there, we lazed around...nothing to do...
then coz yesterday my dad took home some bottles of undrunk wine from the seminar, this super calculative and petty woman named Jean threw a hissy fit, and demanded that that idiot Joel find out who took them and why. so my mum asked me and my sis to hide at the foodcourt downstairs lest Joel find us, and make things difficult for us. my annoying sister brought her book along, leaving me alone with absolutely NOTHING to do. i was so pissed. i didn't even have any money to buy a freaking ice-milo. POM went up by 15.
FINALLY, went back, then we saw the people at the booth next door blowing up some toy kangaroos(coz they're from Yellow Tail, which is represented by a kangaroo).
then coz yesterday night, and the night before that, we helped two girls( nice girl, and butt-ugly girl) blow them up coz they had a lot to do. we chatted, had dinner, all of which made me believe that we could be called friends. so me and my sis went over, to ask if they needed help again. before i could even step one foot inside the booth, this stupid woman came over and asked suspiciously " what are you doing??" as if we were undercover spies sent to infiltrate their top-secret lab and steal their top secret information. i HATE this woman. she is short and fat and stumpy, yet dresses like she has this awesome figure, wearing low cut shirts and super short skirts. wake-up woman, you're not a super model, you're a fat ugly pig. so there.
HER TONE made me pissed, and made me want to slap her. i gave her a tolerant smile, and said we wanted to speak to the Nice Girl ( forgot both the girls' names). after some humming and hawing, she said, oh ok. then went away, with her big fat butt shaking like yorkshire pudding. and all this time, my pissifying sister stands far away from me, as if she isn't part of this, even though it was HER idea.
i went in, said hello to the Nice Girl, and offered to help. she was nice, and accepted, and she was in the middle of telling us how to help when suddenly, Butt Ugly Girl steps in, gives us a weird look, and asks in a cold manner "what do you want?" i stared at her, trying not to let the shock spread across my face. i was so shocked, all i could manage was a dumb " huh?" she repeated her question, "what do you WANT??" i choked out" we wanna help" then she said in this dismissive manner " oh we don't need your help, we're going out now anyway" then brushes me off. i smile a super fake smile and go back to my booth, my insides boiling in anger. she is a total BI***. i felt like smacking her and jumping on her gut in my heels. ya boo and sucks to her. i hope she falls into a man-hole and comes out smelling like shit, which she is. she can even make a saint pissed.
back at the booth, my pang seh-ing sister has the cheek to say " that woman is so annoying! she was so rude to us!" hello, my dear sister was standing like 5 metres away, while I got embarrassed. this whole scenario makes my POM go up by a huge 50%.
at this point, i decide to sms jeanette, to remind her to bring a sweater. she replies " oh i'm gonna be very late, reach at mebbe 1+. hehe" i ask why? she says" coz i overslept. woke up at 8, then fell asleep again. heehee" ok fine, i can forgive the oversleeping bit, coz i did it before, but not ONE word of apology. and jeanette is the one who says she can't abide people being late for things. POM goes up by 10.
after sitting there for who knows how long, seething in anger and still flushing from embarrassment, jeanette calls and says she isn't coming at all, since her mom has trouble trusting the "wine people" . i know, it is totally not jeanette's fault, since her mom forbids her. but this only makes me pissed at her mom(sorry jeanette). coz it's like she doesn't trust ME. i mean, do i look like the person who will let jeanette get harrassed by those "wine people", or get drunk or maybe even get drugged? heck, i won't even let jeanette drink a full glass of wine, or let her go around on her own!! my POM goes up by another 10.
by this time my POM is 90%, and i go around with a black face and snap at anyone who talks to me. then because i'm so super pissed and angry, i start getting really depressed, so i go to the toilet to calm down, maybe cry a little to let of steam.( hey that's cool...you know, let of STEAM by crying? as in steam and tears are both water....oh nevermind)
but whaddya noe, the toilet is filled with snobbish ladies, peeing and applying make up on their disgusting-complexion faces. i go into the toilet, furious that they should be there at all when i'm so angry(even though it's not their fault. but you know, when you're angry, it seems everyone is out to anger you more). i sulk and storm out, POM up by 5. i snap at my sister, i snap at my mum, my sister abandons me, my mum abandons me. i sit at the booth all alone, trying not to cry or box anyone that comes withing 50 cm of me.
a long long time later, i'm still feeling depressed, and i still feel like boxing/ heeling/ slapping/ kneeing the fat ugly pig of a woman, the Butt Ugly girl, my sister, those snobby toilet ladies, and showing my annoyance towards jeanette. my mum finally comes back, i tell her i want to go home. then she suddenly she asks me,"why what's wrong?" in this concerned voice. i am overwhelmed, and the tears drip down my face. as if i need to be embarrassed even more. so my mum starts thinking i'm sick, so decides that i should go home earlier, and i don't try and correct her, coz as far as i'm concerned, my mind and spirit are sick. but my gugu and guzan(dunno how to spell) come, my ah yi comes. my xiao gu and uncle vincent also come. my gugu brought food, my ah yi brought great big loving hugs, my xiao gu, uncle vincent and guzan brought nice words. i started feeling more like my happy old self, and even started talking nicely again. we ended up walking around, drinking wine, eating those cheese things, and some free pizza from the italian booth. then on walked some more, drank some more, and became more happy. went home with my sis and my ah yi, coz my parents had some function. ate at sakae sushi, till i could actually see my tummy pushing against my jeans. came home with my POM down to 0%. woohoo.

oh yes, let me tell all of you why Jean is a such a calculative and petty woman. my dad is working with Pico, so Pico sent Jean, pei xian and joel to "help" out. they were sent to help, help my foot. maybe help with increasing my dad's blood pressure. i already told you about stupid pei xian and joel, so now i shall diss Jean. ok so for the wine seminar, they need 3 bottles of each wine, and this, Karen(my dad's assistant, so called,) knew very well. but there was only one bottle of a certain brand, and this, she and all the rest of the people helping with the seminar knew that. so on the day of the seminar, Karen goes crazy trying to find the one bottle of wine, which seemed to have vanished. then right before the seminar starts, Jean struts in, with the bottle of wine, saying she took it in case karen or the rest took it to drink. so wad lah! like karen or the others would do that! they are perfectly responsible people, and jean being jean, thinks they're robbers or something. when she took the wine, she never told anyone, and made everyone grow 10 new white hairs worrying about it's whereabouts. then, even worse, she speaks to my dad as if SHE'S the boss, when in fact she's working UNDER my dad. like the talk abt wine and health, the speaker had an emergency, something about his wife? giving birth. so he would be delayed for a while. then jean comes to my dad says," where's the speaker?! we need to start the show!" my dad says, "he has an emergency, so he'll be late." jean says," wad?! how long will he take?" my dad replies," i'm not sure. but i think-"(he wanted to say i think we should make an announcement first) jean interrupts and snaps," i don't need you to think!!!! just tell me when he's coming!" who wouldn't be angry when someone working UNDER you talks to you that way?? so rude! she should be fired, literally. she made my dad so angry, he was calling her f****** bas****. that part was funny, coz we all started bad-mouthing her.

so i have to sleep now, been sleeping at 12, 1 am past few nights. and i don't want to hear anything about" what? you call that late? i sleep at 12 am almost everyday!" because i ain't you.
so bye ppl
save the earth
and none of you ever came to support the WFA.
goodnight.
--Mary was an idiot:)--
10:30 PM

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