I see Guns and urine bag carrying patients walk by me all the time....and it's just a normal day at work for me


Posted to Tan Tock Seng Hospital today. Tommorrow it's gonna be the Ministry of Home Affairs. Seriously, working at Five Loaves bread company gets me to weird places. Places where I've been posted to were (in no random order): Kadang Kerbau Hospital, Minstry of Manpower Building, Change Alley, Seagate and DSTA building where all the NS greenman go for their National Service Enlistment. Listing these made me realized these are either sickly places or government buildings except for Change Alley and Seagate. Not very advisable places. It's either I get myself caught on some deadly epidemic or be right on target for potential terrorist activity.
I dodge from pillar to pillar whenever someone near cough/sneeze in the hospital. It might just be a harmless clearing of throat or soothing a tickled nose, but once in a hospital, any of these act is deemed get the hell outta the way! for me.

That's for the hospitals.

Getting to the government buildings involves quite intimidating, solemn and 'time to look innocent' episodes. These take on, talking to grim-faced soldiers with rifles slung around their shoulders dangling dangerously in between the two of us. What if the damned thing accidentally discharge itself?! That worry itself takes away the sorry state you feel while you try to explain why you should be let in: Cos your there selling healthy bread to promote healthy eating and living. The good Singaporean way. *snicker*
Next, forms are filled with about half your confidential particulars demanded and obediently revealed. Finally you surrender your identity card in exchange for some pass and you walk into gates which has to be buzzed by the security guards which otherwise wont open. And Nobody said a thing about that! I almost crashed the glass door down when it refused to barge at my initial attempt to open it without signalling to the guards. To think that dull-witted security has the cheek to show amusement on his face!

All these just to get them exposed to our Five Loaves healthy bread! I should get "Employee of the Month" Award!


**Note: I shouldnt forget to mention that I'm an English teacher on some days and a bread seller on other weird days. Talk about multiple identity!

You just have to hand it to them the way they make your day


Last Thursday, towards the end of class, a student of mine whom I'd like to think had a wonderful time being in my class came up to me before he makes his way out:


Teacher, will you be teaching us again tomorrow?


I'll have to see what the office says, whether they need me down for tomorrow


*Puzzled looked in his eyes,stones abit...*


Ok teacher, I'll see you tomorrow

The music I make while I'm cruising

I'm that bitch behind the wheels. You know, those type that interprets the indicator as a signal to accelerate. Upon seeing the car ahead flash its signal with intentions of filtering into my lane will have me pump down hard on my gas, eliminating any chance of cutting in front of me. My motto: Wanna get in? Smell my smoke.

Today, I tasted this evil medicine. This bloke drove as fast alongside as me, refusing to let me filter in. He's bent on me cutting behind him instead of in front of his vehicle. In what seemed like forever, my mom told me what I already knew but am stubbornly changllenging against :' he's not gonna give way to you, u'll have to go in behind'.

The familiarity of these stings. Its one thing to do it to others, it's sucky having to experience it.

The devil in me must be driving today, I decided on driving close by this idiot bloke whom I'll call dumbass. By staying close to dumbass, there'll bound to be opportunity of revenge or something similiar. I didnt have to wait long. Dumbass drove slightly ahead on the lane beside me, saw the road ahead blocked by stationary cars and tried to enter my lane. Not a chance. I was accelerating in an attempt to get alongside dumbass the moment I saw those stationary cars. I knew he would try cutting into my lane and no way in hell would I let him do that. Dumbass swerve towards my lane and he could have gotten in had I ease up on my gas. But I was pumping hard remember. And as I sped, I blared my horn making him swerve back in panic. Sweet Revenge

Mom saw through my evil plot. "Your just like your dad!"

My dad's another devil behind the wheels. Pedestrians at traffic crossing sees his vehicle a distance away, does illegal crossing even though the lights are against their favour wouldnt expect my dad to suddenly speed down on them blaring his horn away. They ran of course.

So you see mom, it's really quite a nice feeling. You should try it sometime.

Being nice really takes a lot outta you

I was at my once-a-week work today doing my bit for the five loaves bread company. This lady really sickens my day. She comes up grudgingly as if I pointed a pistol at her, peers at my wares with the least interested set of eyes and proceeded to try finish up my sample of mix nuts. The entire container in her hands, she, clearly hogging onto it and the thought of buying any, never once crossed her mind.
Her colleague amused with the outright display of her obsession with my peanuts:" Is it that nice? You getting it?"

"Just eating the sample. It's free anyway"

You would think her admission of her incredible act would prompt some sense of awareness which she's clearly lacking and makes her buy or leave. It was not to be for couple more mins and more nuts.

Another loved the sample of my mixed nuts, bought a pack but not before emptying out the 'almonds' in my "mixed nuts".

"Dont mind, I take some almonds with me, I really love it"

She stands there, all the patience in the world, digging out all the 'almonds' in the container leaving my sample with just regular peanuts and raisins.

I hate them. As I said before, being nice really takes alot. Here, not flaring up or showing my displeasure is being nice. I got home feeling really worn out. The hours were short but the mental frustration left me tired.