Who's she kidding?
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Hello everyone! I've refreshed my mind with some sleep, Which i was gravely lacking due to my constant late nights out with everyone else. So, i've been out a lot. I feel like some person wasting my life but at the same time i'm having a good time. Good times are always followed by some boring, redundant ones. The other day, I blogged about an attempt to change my ways. It took me from that night to about 5 minutes ago to realise that hell, I can't change to save myself. If i did, then i'd be boring. Who cares if you think i'm boring? It's worse when I start thinking I'm boring! Besides, my attempt to change has failed miserably(understatement totally) so I'm not interested in trying again. This, is the beginning of a new beginning. Is there even such a thing?
The other day on my way to work, 2 teenagers boarded the 980 I was on. Clearly siblings and they were accompanied by their father. The girl was holding this booklet from the Girls' Home and she continued to scribble some words in the blank spaces provided. Being human and nosy, i managed to read one question of the booklet. "What would you do if the Judge gives you another chance?"
It was enough to tell me a lot of things as well as give me an explanation behind their father's sad face. I was pretty ashamed of being so nosy so i turned away and shifted my focus back to my music. Then the most annoying thing happened. This Cheenafied couple beside me started throwing glances at the kids. Like their(kids) problems were suddenly front page tabloid. They just stared! I had half the mind to ask them to get a grip and wash their judging brains with a dettol and bleach concoction because clearly, one anti-bacterial formula isn't enough.
Work's been so boring lately. I have no interest in working there already. Whoever said boutiques were a cool place to work in. There's a camera watching me all the time, there are very ANNOYING new tamilans working at HomeFix and Siti isn't as sweet as she used to be. I mean suddenly they start picking in everything i do. I know i haven't been the superfast person i was before but i'm really much slower after the op. And definately much more lazy. It's probably because i've been lazing around after my op and i haven't had the chance to start running again! The only form of exercise i managed to get recently was going cycling with Vinod, Prasad and Jo. Jo seems to think that I'm some sort of alien because i don't perspire. I am not lying. Not at all. You can ask everyone who knows me well enough. I come back from my 2.4km runs with no sweat, literally. Let's just say, you brush your hands along my arms after I finish x-country's 3.2km, you'd think i smeared powder all over my arms. Not kidding. Haha. So i'm some sort of strange creature according to them because they walked me back yest and i was jumping and running around with Jo's cap tightly on my head with my fringe hanging loose(attempting to break into a sweat) all the way from Serangoon to Farrer Park and still smelling like i just came out from my shower. I know it's some kind of medical condition but it's working in my favour you see. Because i smell good all the time, there's no pressure of BO problems in the scorching heat! Okay enough of my special alien abilities. Prasad just called and asked me to head down to Dhivya's place to give her a surprise but i can't since i came back at 330am this morning. I don't see why my parents yell at me because I'm really independent? Since I was in primary school actually. They refuse to give me the housekeys. My mum even accused me of taking some money from somewhere i didn't even know existed. Not like i care for anything like that anymore. These days, fun seems to be free and easy. I'm broke as hell because i shopped so much at the beginning of the month. But then again, money will come and go. So mine's gone. I'm planning to switch jobs. I have to diversify. Need to start saving more for uni and this job is giving me peanuts. Besides, i don't like snooty north indians and indian expats who walk in and act all " Oh i can afford this but you can't cause you're like working here". Seriously. And of course there are the munjens who come in and comment on EVERYTHING and about how this is too heavy and that is too shiny. If you have so much to say then stop buying indian stuff because they look so pretty and sexy. They look pretty and sexy on the people who are meant to wear em. They're novelty to you and everyday to us so quit complaining lurh. And you know what's the worst part of this job? Having to tolerate them CONSTANTLY nagging at you. I'm contemplating on leaving this job but Ruma said full time pay will come in about 2 months? Like the months leading up to Deepavali. That would make me a little better off but even that's unstable you see. With the current shit economy, people might downgrade from Ruma's to Tekka or something. Seriously paying $400 for a suit in the peak period is just NOT worth it anymore! Especially in current times! But then again, the suits look amazing. The moment you step into the shop and browse the collection, anything from Tekka will seem cheapskate. That worries me a lot actually. Because i'm never fussy about what i buy but now i automatically see the difference whether i wish to or not.
I finally spoke to Yamunah today. We've been like communicating to FB comments and all and this is the first time i've actually spoken to her properly. She's seems amazingly interesting and extremely crafty! Something you don't find in girls these days. Either ways, i'm glad i spoke to her because i've found another interesting individual. She has a blogshop where she sells handmade cards and flowers!
http://www.prettyhandmadecards.blogspot.com So check her out for pretty, personalised presents!
I just thought about running out of the house and taking the keys with me but i decided against it within the very same minute.
Alright guys! I'm off to watch a movie and then to bed because i have WORK tomorrow. Mid-week is here. It's mid June too. Damn time flies. Good night babies.
LoveLots,
Ragini(:
