Last night, I received an unexpected text message from Fiona where she asked if I could fill in for one of her injured friends for a roadshow job.
Truth to tell, I don't quite understand why I agreed to it back then - it's not as if I am that free, or that I am badly cash-strapped (okay maybe I am, in a way).
I guess it was out of sheer whim, that and the fact that I'm Mr. Nice Guy who seldom rejects people (ohh someone is about to disagree on this).
So I decided, heck, I'll just go for the hell of it.
Being ignorant of what cruelty fate has in store for me, I headed down to City Hall in the early noon.
Hm.
I could probably go on and on about how shitty my experience was, but I guess I'm not exactly in the right frame of mind to do that.
You know me.
I can turn a mere sentence of complaint into an essay.
As usual... I'll just type what comes to mind.
Peninsula Plaza is replete with Myanmars for reasons I do not know.
One thing that I found rather disturbing was their sense of fashion.
Majority of them wore the sort of long-sleeved office top, jeans and sandals.
Their attire almost always look baggy somehow, and the sandals look extremely mismatched with them.
The trendy ones are hardly any better.
I came across this fag acting all cool and like, dressed in a checkered beret (the extremely retro sort), a collared shirt that doesn't look any less retro than the beret itself and faded jeans.
It's... eccentric.
But then I know it's just me.
Additionally- I did NOT encounter ANY Myanmar babes. I feel sorry for the guys. Majority of Myanmar females look like crap. Ain't kidding.
Myanmars are very much like the China fags in the sense that they are just about as equally boorish and unsophisticated.
I am led to believe that picking their nose is NOT something disturbing to the Myanmars.
They don't seem too bothered about it.
Not to mention that pungent odour emanating from their bodies... fuckin' GROSS.
Anyway, I could barely communicate with them - their english standard is incoherence at it's culmination.
We were supposed to provide three soap bars for free with every Singtel $28 prepaid card purchased.
So everyone was like: "Singtel?? Soap??"
And I would go: "Yeah! Singtel!! Soap!!*pointing to the billboard*", like some retard.
After a while, I started pondering.
That's what ALWAYS happens when your job gets boring - you start to think about many things.
Like what the whole point of hiring a guy to distribute freebies was - couldn't they have just DUMPED the whole lot of freebies to the shopkeeper himself?
I mean, think about it.
Talk about a waste of labour.
Oh, and Jessica is going to cook curry for me :)
She claims to be a pro in it.
I shall see.
