Monday, June 01, 2009
to be truthful, i am scared of the next semand the next, and the next.
one sem is a chore.
studying out has proven to be ineffective,
perhaps i shall chain myself at home and work w theories and calculations
out ONLY for proj meetings and presentations
gasp in horror*
anyway, food expo had been hell fun
despite the consecutive 12hours shift for 5days,
aftereffects of stiff muscles from rigid standing,
croaking voice like a frog's
pimple outbreak tgth w monthly bloody affair
HOW A PROMOTER SPEND HER 5DAYS IN FOODFAIR
Day 1: Nicking samples during breaktime
Day 2: Begging around for more free samples, carrying only an empty plate and looking at them with puppy eyes
Day 3: Going around booths to eat free food nonchalently, having small food exchanges with the nice aunties and uncles
Day 4: Free meatballs, chocolate raisins, crackers and tuna from the kind souls.
Though by then have developed sorethroats and craves for herbal tea
Day 5: My last lunch there was a sumptuous feast:
$1.50 chickenrice satay honeychickenchop cheesesuasage siewmai laksa,
and i wanna revisit john little mega sales and misses my EC :(
Introducing to you...The Abalone Girls!
CHILDHOOD PANDLEPOPS AS REWARDS
while we were camwhoring w pandlepops in MRT control station,
NO FOODS AND DRINKS ALLOWED IN MRT.* (by the announcer)
PLEASE DO NOT EAT IN THE MRT STATION.**
(and when we din heed and continued to camwhore)
PLEASE DO NOT EAT ICECREAM IN THE MRT STATION!***
LOL. i guess she had a bad day.
