Some people can be so fucking rude!
Last night I had to be nice to this woman ordering KFC. When she finished ordering, I wanted to repeat and confirm the order but then she fucking shouted at me and said, "EH! I KNOW WHAT I ORDER, OK? CAN PLEASE FAST OR NOT! I'M SICK OK?!!! JUST HANG UP THE PHONE, CAN?!!!" Well, I can't hang up the fucking phone, you fucking bitch! I didn't even repeat and confirm the address, didn't give her the reference number, didn't repeat the order. I hope she gets the wrong things. And I hope she's suffering from some some incurable disease. Fuck you, bitch!
Finished work at 11. OMG Toa Payoh is so scary at 11, I tell you. I thought I saw drug addicts in front of the library, ironically. Anyway, I was listening to How To Save A Life and the thought suddenly struck me! All my life I have been living in delusion thinking that I didn't know anybody who had committed suicide. Actually, I know 2! 2!!! TWO!! Can you believe that? Ok, last time in Primary school one of my brother's aquantances jumped off the flat when he came home late from school and his father scolded him thinking he was playing truant. Then the other one was this girl called Karen from my class in Primary 1 and she committed suicide in Primary 5 because of the stress. Ya, then it's like so weird, because I still remember what she looked like in P1 (I only remember about 10 people in P1. I even forgot the name of my teachers!). Ya, she used to wear a lot of talcum powder, and everyone called her "Carrot" for some unexplainable reason. I had goosebumps. I nearly cried but thank goodness I didn't, lah! Because I was sitting across a group of mats and minahs.
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