I'm really really sick of people telling me how much of a bloody bimbo/slut/whore/ass/bitch I am.



TO ALL THESE PEOPLE:



Fuck you all.



Yeah I am a bimbo, SO? Big fat hairy deal. You dun like it, dun read my blog. No one is holding a knife near ur throat. Perhaps u guys shld reflect a little about how bo liao u are, leaving comments just to tell me "you are disgusting, arrogent blah blah" when obviously u know that I dun give a shit about what u think anyway.



Why am I responding if I dun care? Well, the comments are an eyesore.



I'm totally sick of all these childish people, and you guys are abusing my comments system.



My blog was never meant for u all, and if u only have bad things to say, keep it to urself coz no one else is interested. My blog belongs to me, and I have every right to write anything I want, no matter how "bimbo" or arrogent it is.



My blog is, however, welcome to anyone who wants to read it coz they find it interesting or entertaining.



For the last time I say this: NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO READ MY BLOG, SO IF U DUN LIKE IT, DUN READ IT. If u feel just like reading something to make urself irritated, there must be something wrong with you. So what if I sound like a bimbo? So what if I am too full of myself? It is none of your business since u do not know me at all.



In my opinion, you all are just jealous. I dun care if u are not jealous. I am just saying it to accuse u anyway. If my blog is such a bad thing, explain the 400 or so readers a day.



Can u write and let so many people want to read what u write?



Is 'bimbotic' writing going to earn me the readers, or are u, the anti-xiaxue person, going to argue that the 400 or so people are all deluded when they read my blog frequently? Are u saying that the rest read it to feel irritated and disgusted, like urself? I think not.



Are the 90% of people giving me praise all wrong about what they think and the 10% correct? I think not too. Unfortunately, these 10% of people are obnoxious and they want to complain. Well, people tend to be more stingy with compliments than praises. The 10% of people are typically like this:



1) Cynical

2) Losers themselves

3) Bitter

4) Needs an outlet for frustration as nobody wants to listen to them in real life

5) Plain jealous

6) Wants to be special. They will dislike everything that alot of people like.



Well. Truth is that lots more people LIKE my blog than DISLIKE it. For every bad comment that u write, I have 10 good comments to counter it. More than enough to prove u are wrong.



For every single time u insult me, 10 people are insulting u behind ur back. They may not be telling u of course, simply because they can't be bothered with u enough to write it down, and also because they are much more civilised people. But trust me, they are doing that.



Well, I had enough of trash like that.



For the next week or so, I shall blog with a different address. Hopefully, this action will aid me in getting rid of the unwanted trash reading my blog.



It is really getting too publisized. Tell a person "Hey, this is quite an interesting blog u know, this girl has a lot of readers" and the person will possibly reply, "NO BIG DEAL WHAT!", after reading.



And then the person will read the comments my readers give and feel pissed that everyone is making a big fuss out of a mediocre website. The truth is, my blog is not as bad as u think it is. It is, afterall, just a mediocre website. And you shld do what u do when u see a mediocure website. Which is to close the page, and continue surfing other websites.



No need to get so angry over me, who is someone who is not in ur life at all.



Oh yeah back to the address. Everyone who wants to continue reading my blog in peace, please send me an email to yycheng84@yahoo.com.sg requesting the new site address. Very sick of these stupid people. Put ur RE as: "Request for site address", and I will definitely reply alright?



I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused to my usual readers. Its not my fault, but those stupid people's. Please curse them.



And oh yeah. You anti-xiaxue bastards dun even think of acting smart and searching yahoo for the address. I will NOT include the word Xiaxue in it.



Good riddence to the assholes.



-See the rest of u all in 2 weeks or so, if u can't be bothered to send me an email-

Absolutely tired, tml still must go school at 9 am...



Today my manager gave me a chance at serving the VIP table, but it was not in the midst of a busy wedding dinner. Instead, it was a twelve person lunch where there was this cute (as in looks old, and pruny) minster called I.D. Swami (Damn cute ah the name) with eleven other boring old men who talked about Singapore's politics. Not anything interesting, mind you. Just talking about stuff a commoner like me wun understand.



Anyway, I would like to proclaim that lotsa Ritz Carlton's stuff dun like me. I certainly did not delibrately offend them in any way but I guess, ah well... At least the Chinese staff dun like me. The Malays seem to be okie with me.



Must be something wrong with me, recently alot of this kinda "I hate Wendy" things pop up... Am I really that bad?



From today onwards, I shall try to smile and laugh more, talk less, and talk bad about people less. That can't go wrong, can it? Also I shall stop my sexual jokes coz lotsa girls seem to take offence, wtf. Oh yeah. WTF reminds me. No more vulgar language too as some people take offence as well. Yikes, can't please the world.



I worked on Friday, Saturday and today, and the last two days weren't that bad. On Friday PY told me that some people dun like me (they actually stupidly thought PY was on their side and gossiped about me with her there. How atrocious. I have been her friend for 7 years and what makes them think they can bowl her over within a month?!).



On Friday they really treated me quite badly. As in, conversations stopped short when I arrive etc. PY overheard this guy (CK, who is the VIP server), say that he would make things difficult for me on Sunday when I work. He proclaimed that he would show me that being the VIP server is not an easy thing and he is relatively sure I cannot make the cut.



Slap his bloody face. I have been the VIP server at other hotels, what makes him think I cannot do stupid Ritz? On the other hand, he is SUPER nice to XF. Bloody hell.



It is the work of this terrific bitch that everyone loathes me. She happens to be a coursemate of mine, and although I have never even as much as breathed a word to her in school, she seems to have taken this immerse dislike to me and begin to talk bad about me to all the Ritz staff. Can't help it that they believed her though, she worked much longer than me.



On Sat people seemed to have come to their senses. They actually asked me out to supper.



On Sunday, it was pretty obvious at first that CK was trying to make things difficult for me.



He refused to answer me when I asked him where things were kept.



I acted all pure shu nu.



I asked in 0.0025 decibels and waited patiently with big eyes for him to give his reply. You see, nobody bullies shu nus except me. He had no choice but to give in and answer me finally.



I acted as if I dun know anything and as if he is a total expert in banqueting (actually I really dunno alot of stuff, afterall I am quite new to the hotel). Asked him questions and replied, "Oh, yeah hor... Why I never think of it ah..." to his answers.



Wonderful.



Soon he begin to like to attention and "adoration" and became quite nice to me afterall. And thats an achievement; he rarely ever smiles at everyone.



I guess it really pays to be humble and stupid.



Oh yes I know that this entry is stupid and boring but it is just here to remind myself to be less cocky in future.



P/s: No one is allowed to say anything that holds the meaning of "I told you so", or along the lines of "You shld have realised this long ago, arrogent bitch!". Yes I know already. All these kinda msgs will be deleted with NO MERCY!

June, Shuyin and I were at this Indian lady's shop.



I can't really remember what she sold, but I remembered that she has this comfy couch where the 3 of us were sitting down on. I walked around and saw that the Indian lady sold this authentic Gucci HP strap.



I fell in love with it immediately. To my pleasant surprise, it only costs $20! I grabbed it and took it to show to June and Shuyin who were sitted on the couch.



June took the hp strap and fingered it lovingly. Not surprisingly, she wanted it too.



Before I told her to get her own, Shuyin's uncle and auntie came along.



The pair sat down beside us, and the Uncle asked June what she was holding. June showed it to him, and he took a look.



"You like it?", he asked June.



June nodded vigoriously. "But I dun have money to buy," she said mellowly.



The Uncle nodded. He got the hint alright. He stood up, and before I could say anything, bought the hp strap for June.



I tried to stop him, I did! But he didn't care! He only wanted to buy it for June, not for me!



My tears fell with the jealousy I felt when obviously Shuyin's uncle should have treated me fairly and bought the Gucci strap for me too. But yet, out of politeness, there was no way I could have told him that. I cried, and cried, and cried. I wanted the hp strap so much! It was me who found it first, not June!



But despite my very intense crying, Shuyin and June did not give a shit but continued to smile and chat with the uncle and auntie.



No one cared about me crying. They think that I am crying for nothing, that my tears do not symbolize my trauma but just there for showing people.



Between shortened breaths, I told June that the hp strap is mine, and she should give it back to me.



June looked at me, and said plainly, "No."



I asked the uncle to buy the strap for me too. He said "No", for he thought I was a spoilt brat for wanting what others wanted. He said that it was June who found the strap first, so it is hers and not mine.



June and Shuyin did not correct him with the facts abut instead, behind his back, gave me a big smirk.



With that, June turned her heel and walked away with Shuyin and the Uncle and Auntie, leaving me crying all by myself in the shop.



I told myself I had to be strong, afterall it was just a hp strap costing 20 bucks, and I can easily buy another myself! With that I looked around the shop, trying to find it.



I searched and searched fanatically, but with no avail. There was simply no same model there. The rest of the Gucci straps were ugly and bulky; totally different from the one I fell in love with.



I cried even more. And I discovered what was worse. I realised that the rest of the models, all costed $80 plus, so the one I chose must have been pasted with a wrong price tag. I can't even buy an uglier model for the good price now! And there is no uncle to kindly pay for me!



Out of desperation, I tried to search for the Indian shopowner. She must have new stock coming in! She must help me! Even if I buy the hp strap for $80, at least I still got what I wanted.



She wasn't in the shop, so I looked out of the balcony. The shop is on the second level. To my surprise, the Indian lady was standing at the grass patch below the balcony. On the same grass patch were lotsa kids and other Indian people walking around, chatting happily.



I shouted and asked her if she had new stock coming in. She said no.



For goodness knows what reason, the Indian started to take this "lift" up to the balcony. The "lift" was just a simple metal affair where the Indian lady had to actually pull herself up.



She pulled and pulled while I kept crying about the loss of my hp strap and June's rude betrayal of friendship.



And then the lady fell.



The grass patch was a hilltop. She rolled down.



She fell and seem to have died. But she stirred a little. The people in the grass patch all dropped dead in their activities. They rushed to her, and some shouted out to me that it must have been me who cursed her and caused her misfortune, just because I could not get the thing I wanted. Selfish girl, they silently shouted, as a totally different type of tears fell down my cheeks.



I am innocent, it wasn't me!!! The phrase sounded so loud in my head, but yet, I am unable to say it out to the people, coz I was crying too hard.



The Indian lady was fine and she got up and started to point fingers at me.



That unreasonable bitch, I thought.



With the end of my evil thought, she fell again. She fell into a hard cement drain this time, and obviously broke a leg. The Indian people all crowded around her even more, all splattered with her blood.



It wasn't me!!! I screamed and screamed, but no one was listening. Everyone was staring at me as if I am a monster.



The children all took on vicious grins. They started to climb up the balcony to get me. I started to panic.



The Indian lady tried to get up from the drain. No one was helping her; they were too scared of me.



I was scared of myself.



The Indian lady fell again, and this time, lie there lifeless. She could not move again.



The children were all surrounding me by now....



I woke up, and discovered that my eyes are really swollen. Perhaps yesterday's activities were affecting my unconscious mind, except that June wasnt the one making me so sad. My best friend did not care anymore; but little did she know that that was the simple reason I cried.



I dun mind losing a thousand boyfriends, but I would never want to lose her friendship.



-Dun ask me what happened, I dun wanna be reminded about it.-