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Monday, November 17, 2003

Stanchart Bank Sucks A$$!!!

Ok since there happens to be no calls coming in for the time being, I've decided to add another entry (to assuage my guilt abt not blogging a liiitle more regularly).

Anyway, The reason for my topic is because my aunt was just fired from Standard Charted Bank on biased charges. Mainly caused by her *bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch* of a boss, who couldn't stand the fact that she could never be as good as my aunt when it came to customer service. So she transferred my aunt to the sales division (my aunt hates sales), and when my aunt couldn't meet her targets, dragged her into a long, drawn out inquiry, which resulted in my aunt being fired.

So whoever's looking for a long and fruitful career with a company that will always take care of their staff, please stop looking (or never even consider) Standard Chartered Bank. They suck maximum. They suck so bad that if they were male, they'd be a gay nymphomaniac. Eh. Hang on a sec. Nymphomaniac means a person who likes to suck dick right? Or am I mistaken?

Anyway, fu*c Stanchart Bank. Oh, and if you guys have any bank accounts there, take them out too ya. Just a little advice...I mean, who knows, they might lose the money and then say it was all your fault.
[+] Older, not much wiser. 10:20 PM

Screaming and exams go hand in hand...

I read something on the blogger website today that got me thinking. I quote "The Onion: Mom Finds Out About Blog. Here at Blogger, we have no official stance on what to do when your mom discovers your blog. Maybe we should think about that."

Well, in my case, I wouldn't have to think at all. I already know what I'd do if my mom found out about my blog. I'd delete all traces of it. And if she so happens to have read the whole thing (heaven forbid!) then I'd run for my life. Or at least buy more locks for the doors to my house (for those who don't know, I live on my own). Maybe even buy a few wooden planks and metal bars for my windows. There's so much incriminating evidence here any journalist would have an eye-catching story for the tabloids. I can just imagine...something along the lines of Do Lesbians Cheat on Each Other? Now you can find out! or "Boys Don't Cry-Reality Strikes." or something like that lah.

To all journalists out there reading this..This is NOT a hint.

Next, I will blog about work. To whoever's sick and tired of reading about topics such as: the stresses of a hectic workplace, or life in the rat race, please skit the next few paragraphs. Thank you.

The first thing I have to comment about working life is.....AEEEEEAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! *cough cough*.

Secondly, would be that getting paid is heaven, but earning that pay sure is hell. How does anyone manage to wake up before the chickens, day after day, 5 or 6 days a week, just to go to someplace where you either bore yourself to death, stress yourself until you're bleeding from the ears, or work until you can have a heart attack from just looking at an entirely blameless piece of paper??? I seriously don't get it. I'm dying here. Not so much from the job...but most from having to wake up before 7am every single weekday! (And some weekends too). I've never had a culture shock so bad. Australia was nothing compared to this. Being in the workplace feels so strange that its akin to being in another country, even. Anyone else ever felt that way? Or is it just me being weird again?

Oh, and as an update to my assessment that I mentioned in my last post...I guess I needn't have worried as I ended up doing pretty well, considering that the passing mark was 90%! I've always had this feeling about exams. I always know when to worry and when not to worry. Its very weird. I believe I was the only one who was feeling remotely calm that day. Although it took me several years to finally remember what happened after they announced that the results were ready, I clearly remember thinking that Melissa looked ridiculous that day in her college's Hotel & Management uniform.

Blek :P
[+] Older, not much wiser. 8:33 PM

Monday, November 03, 2003


You guys! How in the world did ALL of you manage to find my blog? I never told anyone except Julie. *Blinks*. *Looks at Julie suspiciously* Julieeeeee. Did you tell? It can't be that everyone found my blog on their own!! Its been inactive for the past..uh...half year or so. Heeee..I happy. I feel lurvedddd!!!

Anyway, muchas sorry-as that I haven't been blogging for the past...week? Sorry, keep losing track of time. Anyway, the causes were lack of time as well as an internet connection.

Training has been alright so far. I've got my final assesment on Wednesday. Argh! I thought I was done studying after I finally got that freakingly expensive piece of paper (commonly called a degree). However, God had other plans for me. Hopefully I won't have to study anything more for awhile yet!

My friends and classmates have discovered that I'm a fairly good judge of trainers. The moment I fall asleep, they know that everyone else shares their opinion that the trainer sucks/its a boring subject. Heh. To all my faithful fans, yes, I still fall asleep in class. With a vengeance. There is noooooooooooooooooooooooo way in hell I can control it. Not with 6 shots of espresso before lunch. Or even if I jiggle my ass in my chair until the whole table shakes. Or even if whoever happens to be sitting next to me smacks the back of my head until my head cracks on the keyboard.

YES people! I'm still an incorrigible student who sleeps in class almost all the time!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Okay guys. Lunchbreak's almost over. Time for my session of 'fresh air' and then back to my nap...uh...i mean studies. Ta for now until only God-knows-when.
[+] Older, not much wiser. 8:51 PM
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