ICA = hell



ICA building is the worse place to ever be. NEVER, I repeat, NEVER ever go to that damn place if you can help it. I had to make a new passport yesterday, lest I get stopped at customs the day I head off for Malaysia with the school, and unwillingly made my way to lavender after school.

With my ear phones still with Darren, the ride to Lavender seemed much longer than 10 minutes. I HATE the stupid system that everyone has to go through to make a new passport. The woman at the counter insisted that I take a new passport photo even though I already had one that I used for my IC. She fucking said that I looked different and threatened that if I didn’t take a new photo, I ran the risk of getting stopped at custom. So my paranoid mother brought me to take a photo which was pointless to begin with. After the photo came out I placed it next to my IC and asked my mom, what’s the difference? Even she couldn’t see the difference; the photo was 95% identical apart from the hair style and a thicker neck. And the stupid woman at the counter still had the nerve to say that I looked different after I handed her the new photo. I swear, if she weren’t working for the government, I may have very well made some snide remark.

After that, it was a gruelling one hour before the passport was ready. The wait would have been much shorter if not for retarded people who spent ten minutes at the counter doing god knows what. All they have to do is check that their particulars match those on the passport, take a thumb scan and sign some document. Some people actually took 10 minutes to do all that. Sheesh, you’d think they were trying to ask out they woman at the counter. Okay, so much for not bitching, I think I’ve attained enough bad karma for the next week, but whatever.

House comm. nominee results should be out by today, but I have yet to be informed by the Aquila house comm. people. Well, I take comfort in the fact that none of the other Aquila people who went for the interview have been informed. Haha, can you believe it, Phoenix has only FOUR nominees. It seems more like they are already in than nominated.

Today was more or less normal. Lessons were bearable and school ended early. We had a lot of time to burn before the IP meeting at 5.30. There was like 4 hours to burn because we ended school at 1.20. So Chesty, Crazy and I went to parkway for lunch. Haha, I got to eat Pasta Mania again.

The rest of the time was more or less burned while we were helping Chesty shop for new bras. Haha, it was such a tedious process because it was so hard to find the right size for her. It was either to tight here or too loose there. Finally, she found a size that fitted her. Haha, she said that I could reveal her size, but I think I’d better not.





Chesty spent enough money to get a free pearl. It’s quite cool; Isetan has this promotion that entitles you to a free pearl for every $25 or $50 spent. You could have the pearl made into a necklace, ring, ear ring or bracelet. Yvonne didn’t want to waste her money so she gave the pearl to me! Haha, it’s a genuine pearl okay! I saw the guy pluck it out from the oyster.

We ended our time of rotting with scoops before we trudged back to school for the meeting. I’m sure many people were surprised that I was in the camp fire committee. Haha, I myself was taken a back. They should have put someone like Daniel or Jovena or Nicole in my group. Oh well, it’s probably their last revenge on me, haha.

It was a last minute decision to have dinner with some V12 people at Thaipan. Haha, I realised that Thaipan food is meant to be shared because you will get sick of eating one dish alone.

I’m skipping visiting tomorrow to go for training because I’m trying to avoid any scolding for missing training. My dad doesn’t seem too happy about it because I already didn’t go on Tuesday. Oh well, I have to make up for all the trainings that I’ll miss during week 10 and this is the only way I know how. Hopefully skipping all the good food at my dad’s boss’ house tomorrow won’t be wasted.

farcical-rants - 9:24 pm - Friday, February 23, 2007

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