short but okay?

If there's one thing i hate about myself, it's my inability to grow taller. As you might have known, i'm only 164 centimetres tall. Well, it does go to 165 on good days. My parents aren't tall so it might seem only logical and highly probable that their offspring's short as well. Most people i came across would say i am "not-too-bad-looking".

A typical exchange with the stall-tenants during lunch.

Bitchy Looking Auntie: Aiyoh....Boy, you got go train one ah?
Me: No i don't.
Bitchy Looking Auntie: Then how come muscle all come out?
Me: Don't know. Born with them.
Bitchy Looking Auntie: Too bad you short lah, if not very handsome one.
Me: Yah lor.....
Bitchy Looking Auntie: If not all girls go after you...
Me: ........

Being short is no laughing matter. It's a giant dent on one's ego. One just can't help but feel inferior. Look at it, primary schoolers are taller than me! What are my ancestors...Hobbits? For one, people often think i'm younger than i am. Young = Immature. Yeah, Immature in my context means making women cry in public.

At a bowling alley one day.

Girl: I don't want to bowl already.
Nerdbag Boy: What! We only played one game.
Girl: Let's watch a movie or something.
Nerdbag Boy: No! I want to bowl.
Girl: But i don't want!
Nerdbag Boy: You always like that one! Say want to bowl now don't want.
Girl: What!
Nerdbag Boy: We only played ONE game!
Girl: So?
Nerdbag Boy: YOu want to go you go. I want to play.
Girl: (Tears streaming)
Girl: (Picks up bowling ball and rolls onto the lane)
GIrl: Your turn.
Nerdbag Boy: (Looking aside sulkily) I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear.
Girl: (Tears still streaming)

Well, i was next to them. I could hear ever word they said. And i would have shafted my 15-pounder up the nerdbag's arse if my friend had not held me back.

Talk about immaturity.

ironically interesting

As most of you might know, i'm currently temping at a renowned tourist stopover. Which means i get to see lots and lots of tourists. Well, i didn't say "i get to see lots and lots of tourists from many, many different countries". Namely, they come from Japan, Korea (Gasp...), China (Hmph..), Indonesia, Taiwan, Malaysia, India, and sometimes Europe and America. I've been like working for almost a month to date. And i'm almost sure to differentiate between who belongs to which country.

As i had always said before, i'm NOT a racist. Some people just irk me, that's all. With some reading through my previous posts, you should have realised that i share the same race as these people.

I enjoy serving Japanese customers. They are most courteous and polite, always with smiles and laughter. And Japanese customers are big shoppers. Singapore, one big shopping paradise and of course, Sentosa. Logic is, when you visit Singapore, you are expected to shop and wine and dine here, NOT to appreciate the yellow flame and angsana along the sidewalks and roads. I just am DISGUSTED when people come up to me and start rattling how boring Singapore is, nothing to see....Hey, nobody forced you here. YOu should have done your homework before you came here. Obviously, my favorite Japanese had done their homework.

These people (those from my race), come all the way to Singapore to buy what, Ice Mountains and dried mangoes? Obviously, these products are one of the cheapest in the shop. What cultural shock! I could write a term paper on this. Maybe i should have been in the humanities faculty instead of engineering.

Nothing much to write about these days. Just work and no play.

i passed!!!

To put it simply, I PASSED!!! Yes, i've just got my examination results moments ago. Well, at the very least i know the gods are still smiling on my pathetic soul. It has nonetheless, renewed my conviction that kindness begets kindness.
I was supposed to start a tirade against tour operators and agents last night. However, on a second thought, i felt it was better to keep my mouth shut since exam results' gonna be announced in a couple of hours. Well, it DID seem to work, doesn't it?
It is, without any doubt, that i had worked very hard this semester. Unlike the first semester in school where preparation for exams means studying just days before the exams, i had actually planned (and adhered) the revision timetable. I had spent hours and hours in the library. Despite catching a viral rash in the midst of my exams, i had persisted on in my revision. Sounds corny, but yes. (I wonder if i would have said the same thing if i had failed?) It was all worth the effort.
I'm not from a rich family. My dad does not own a company waiting for me to inherit. My family income's less than 2500. Some undergrads study "for fun". But that i cannot do. I would always tell my peers that my entire family's wating for me to feed them. And that is not an exaggeration. Failure would have meant an avalanche on not only myself, but on my family members as well. A huge responsibility upon my shoulders. A responsibility so great sometimes it brings pain and frustration.
One more year of study left. The gods can be sure that i'm gonna put in lots and lots of effort the next two semesters.