I have not been updating because…

I’VE BEEN DAMN BUSY WITH WORK THE WHOLE DAMN WEEK!

Pffft.

So busy that I’ve been working overtime for the entire week! RIDICULOUS!

When I first entered the company, I saw that NOBODY leaves on time. Every time at 6pm, I’d look around and realise NOBODY moves. It was as if 6pm was 3pm, and if you had gotten up to go, YOU ARE LEAVING EARLY.

Of course, I refused to succumb to that OT ‘policy’ that appears to be going around the office.

What the hell right?

I’D BE UNDERPAID IF I WORK OT HOR. And working OT doesn’t necessarily mean you’re hard working. IT COULD ALSO BE BECAUSE YOU’RE INEFFICIENT.

Anyway, I have no idea why my work load is SO heavy this week that I killed my brain cells working the whole day, and even when it’s time to go home, I’d frown and think to myself “WTF! WHY SO FAST?! I STILL GOT A LOT!” and I ended up leaving the office late.

First I left at 1900 hours, then I left at 1930 hours, then I left at 2030 hours, (oh. Met up with Smelly Chair on Thursday so I dropped all the shits on the table and just left. TO HELL WITH INCOMPLETED WORK!), and right now, 2020 hours, I’m taking a break from the rubbish I’ve been encountering the entire week to vent my frustration.

FUCK WORK, PLEASE.

*ARGH!!! I DIDN’T CLICK ON PUBLISH! WHY DID MY PAGE LOAD AUTOMATICALLY AND PUBLISHED MY POST!? I HAVEN’T FINISH MY RANT!*

Ok so, I was saying, FUCK WORK, yes.

I say fuck work, and not Fuck My Life (FML) because my life is awesome. And something this small and insignicant will never stand a chance in ruining my life. YOU will never catch me saying FML. Really. MY LIFE IS AWESOME!

So, oh well.

NO MORE OT-ING PLEASE.

THE END is near. 14 months is long enough.

I ran out of things to say.

Abrupt end.

Money – Root to all Evils

Before I begin…

I got owe any of you money or not ar?

I’m not the kind who makes people pay for me, and deliberately not return you the money. If I haven’t returned the money to you, please feel free to ask me. Don’t think that people will see you as a miser if you were to ask for money back, no matter how small the amount is.

Why should you think that way? It’s your money. The person who doesn’t return should be the one in shame.

This afternoon, colleagues and I went to pack lunch back to the office.

We had McDonalds’ and one of us paid for it first. I then passed him a $10 note.

Back in the office, I was looking at the receipt, so I asked him:

“你要找我多少钱?” (How much do you have to pay me back?)
“我要找你多少钱?” (How much do I have to pay you?)
“我的是$4.50 + $2.20.” (My share was $4.50 and $2.20.)
“我不用找你钱.” (I don’t have to pay you back.)
“为什么不用??” (Why not?)
“因为那时候你有两餐没有还我.” (Because you haven’t paid me back for two other meals.)

I was so shocked when I heard it, because believe it or not, it slipped my mind. Really. I don’t even remember when I’ve paid or haven’t paid someone back, and if you really took it to heart, you should have reminded me, and not bear grudges by constantly remembering that I haven’t paid you back.

After he said that, another colleague said:

“哇…需要这么计较吗?” (Wow. Do you need to be so calculative?)

YES. THANK YOU FOR SAYING THAT.

It’s totally alright for him to be so calculative, though. But I was expecting him to tell me that I haven’t paid him back after any meal, or the next day, or.. just remind me out of the blue!

You don’t keep things inside yourself leh. Seriously.

I then asked him:

“几时?! 我忘记了!” (When? I forgot!)

I said that because I seriously couldn’t remember when I forgot to return him the money for my meals, and I was really ashamed.

After that I remembered once was when he pissed me off, and I didn’t wanna talk to him. I only remembered at night, so I specifically messaged Huan to remind me the next day so I could pass her the money for her to return it to him on my behalf.

It slipped both of our minds the next day.

And it was my bad for not remembering.

Anyway, do you know what he replied me after I asked him when?

“你看到 Huan 还我钱你都没有还我.” (You didn’t even return me the money when you saw Huan returning me the money.)

WOW.

That. Was too much.

Really? Do you think I was reading to much into it by thinking what he meant was I deliberately didn’t want to return him the money, thus even when I saw my colleague returning him the money, I didn’t wanna return him my share?

“所以我是欠你多少钱?” (So How much do I owe you?)

Feeling insulted, I was adament to pay him back right down to the last cent, so I asked him how much I owed him exactly.

Guess what he replied?

“忘记了. 不用紧啦.” (Forgot. Nevermind la.)

HUH? NEVERMIND?

Please hor. You don’t come bullshit with me. If you really didn’t mind, you wouldn’t remember that I owe you and you wouldn’t bring it up now that you’ve got my money and could use it to ‘deduct’ from the sum I owe you. If you really think it’s ok, you would very graciously let it slide and just treat it as you treating me. (WHICH I DON’T NEED. NEVER HAD THE INTENTIONS TO LET YOU DO THAT, JUST SLIPPED OFF MY MIND.)

I don’t understand. Why couldn’t you just ask me for the money I owe you if you really minded that I haven’t returned it to you? I really forgot!

Someone owes me money since eons ago, and I minded, so I’ve been ask him for the money back every now and then. I wouldn’t do shit like go eat with him, let him pay and tell him “I don’t have to return you cause you still owe me $XXX.”

That’s not how it works.

I forgot to return Justine the lunch money for a share birthday treat and she asked me for it after very long. I was so ashamed. Really. Because I forgot. And I kept apologising to her when I returned her the money, because it was totally my fault because I forgot.

I know. I know it’s not your responsibility to REMIND me, because I am the one owing money to you. I know I should be the one remembering, and I totally accept that it’s my fault for not remembering.

But, please.

Don’t put it like I deliberately didn’t wanna return it to you by saying I saw Huan return you and still didn’t want to return you.

I DON’T REMEMBER SEEING HUAN RETURN YOUR FUCKING MONEY TO YOU.

After lunch, I messaged him and asked how much I owe him exactly and he replied:

“Need to be so calculative or not?“

WHATTT?

I ended up returning him more that I was supposed to, because I didn’t wanna owe any fuckshits to him, be it now or previously when I forgot, or in future (most likely not) when I forget.

Don’t be so calculative? YOU tell that to yourself hor. Please.

Are You OK?

I declare Are You OK? as one of the most redundant questions, ever, asked by human kind.

What were you expecting people to answer when you raise that question?

Surely, if you’re asking that question, you must have already suspected something amissed, and that the person you’re directing the question to is not ok.

So if you have already deemed the person not ok, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ASKING IF SHE’S OK?

If she says she’s not ok, what are you gonna ask? – What happened?

Why not just ask her what happened in the first place?

If she says she’s ok, what would you ask her? I’ll tell you what you will ask – Are you sure?

Why do you ask if she’s sure she’s ok? Because you’ve already deemed her not ok! *face palm*

So if you think she’s not ok, and if she’s really not ok, it’s not gonna help by asking if she’s ok. Chances are, she’ll tell you nothing. If anybody who’s not ok wanted to talk about her problems, she would have told you before you even noticed anything amissed.

What you can do to someone who doesn’t seem ok is to give her a hug, and let her know you’ll be there for her. (And mean it, please.)

If you’re not gonna be there, or you’re not gonna do anything about it, pretend you didn’t notice anything wrong and that she’s ok.

I’m ok.

Nothing’s wrong.

Hi, to you, too.

Hi.

I am Cynthia, and I am not short fused, nor sensitive.

Today, I was directed to blog of a person who said I was short fused and sensitive. By whom, you probably wonder? By the person who wrote that entry. For what purpose? I had no idea. But for whatever good intentions he had, it backfired, cause all I saw was him criticizing me, and how he was a victim of my sudden eruption, and I simply couldn’t take it with a pinch of salt. Especially when he said people has been telling him I’m short fused. Please clarify with my love ones. They are responsible for what they say, not what you understand.

Nobody’s perfect.

And I am nowhere near perfect. Hell, NICE doesn’t even apply to me. I have a lot of flaws and I am, well, not proud of it, but I am not ashamed to admit it.

Yes, I am fierce. I knew that since Primary 3 when I half threw a table towards a classmate. Yes, I am vulgar. I knew that since Primary 5 when I scolded vulgarity out loud in the school canteen and had the big time ah lian of my school stared at me (and later on started to hate me and said I was xia lan in front of my best friend. Nbcb). Yes, I am rebellious. I knew that since Primary 6 when the teachers started calling my Mom down to school and specifically requested to see her during parents’ meeting day.

If you had wanted to criticize me, and have me looking at it, please at least get the criticisms right. Really.

I’ve been declaring to everybody that I bear grudges. Surely, that’s a flaw? Why not write that about it? Write about me being an asshole. I’d admit it and probably feel apologetic. Really! Because if I was one, and you have made it known, and it was making you feel uncomfortable, I might feel ashamed of myself.

If anything, I boast to have a high level of tolerance. I do not flare out and lash out at people unnecessarily. Not to people I care for, at least.

Ask my love ones! I dare say I’ve never once threw my temper at them. (Ok la. To a minority (my minority really means minority because I don’t have many friends), maybe once.)

AH SEE?! I’m delusional! OMG. I’m listing my flaws as I write. Why couldn’t you have  just gotten your facts right.

Surely, having brushed off your repeated jokes FOR THE ENTIRE DAY (Seriously. It was more than 8 hours of constantly bringing back that subject.) ought to show for the fact that I am not short fused. How could you conveniently miss out the most important point, the last straw, when you told me “Don’t use reverse psychology on me. I will never get it for you.” I’m sorry? HAVE I BEEN ASKING YOU TO GET IT FOR ME THE WHOLE DAY? YOU, for crying out loud, have been talking about it no matter how far we divert away from the topic. HOW COULD YOU FAIL TO BRING THAT UP WHEN CRITICIZING ME? THAT, my dear, was the reason why I felt insulted.

Wanting to buy me something was not the insult. Making me feel like I’ve been begging you to get it for me was.

I appreciated it when you told me you went to look for it online. Really, I didn’t care if it was bullshit! It made me smile. And I appreciate it even more when I read that you had wanted to get it for my birthday. Really! I felt bad. For awhile. Until I realized what you wrote was utter rubbish that served no good intentions for me, but put me in bad light.

You do not put people down, then attempt to bring them up. That’s not the way it works.

You even mentioned that you believe you’ve said much worse things to me, yet I didn’t get angry back then. I beg your pardon, so how am I short fuse again? C’mon. Listen to yourself!

I really wish I could act like nothing has happened, and forget everything, and smile and laugh with you again. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Because I am not a hypocrite. I bear grudges, really. That’s a bad habit that I’ve been trying to kick (no, not really.)

I would love to be that friend of yours who jokes with you and all, but I simply cannot overlook the fact that you think I am short fused and sensitive. And because I cannot overlook that fact, I cannot stay friends with you, because I am not hypocritical enough to act all nice in front of you. I couldn’t bring myself to do it! I have absolutely no intentions of changing your opinions about me. (Not like there’s anything I can do if you are already prejudiced.) If there’s anything I would do, I’d try to prove you right, because I know how people love being right.

Throwing in another point: I am very, very petty.

Bottom line is; I cannot undo the hurt I felt when reading that shit ass entry of yours, and that is a misunderstanding made worse. Why did you ask me go read your entry again?

Pity points, please; I was so hurt that I cried on the way back from work.

I am not a least bit nice, but if you still require help with the booking, I would be more than happy to help. (True story.)

Having written this entry, I hope it has proven you right on how fierce, short fused and sensitive I truly am.

Sorry for being so fucked up.

Forlino

Updated: Forlino replied to my feedback and told me it was a misunderstanding between myself and their Guest Relations Officer. PLEASE. Spare me the rubbish. Misunderstanding my foot. I’ve been in customer service for every single one of my job. In fact, I still am (somehow). I know the difference between misunderstanding and rudeness.

As you all know, Sissy Tan’s birthday is nearing, and I have completely no idea what to give her.

I want to give her something she likes, but I don’t know what she likes.

The thing is, she doesn’t lack of anything, and she has practically everything. What can you give somebody who doesn’t need or want anything?

Nothing!

I tried to ask for help on Twitter, but I think because Valenetine’s day is drawing near, too, everybody thought I was racking my brains for my boyfriend. The replies I got were love and respect, effort, handmake stuff, and all.

Only Audrey and Nicole knew who I was talking about, and asked me to gift her a Chanel bag, or a customised item from an atas store. T.T

Clueless, and helpless, I went to ask Sissy Tan what she wanted.

Who knew? She doesn’t know what she want! Because like I said, she has everything!

So she asked me to treat her to a meal and meet her whenever she wants to meet her and follow her to wherever she wants to go whenever she wants me to go. -_-.

If that’s the case, I surely couldn’t just bring her to some random char kway tiao store!

So I did research on some fine dining, and made plans to let her have an unforgettable dinner.

Bottom line was, I narrowed my researches to Au Jardin and Forlino.

Au Jardin has EXCELLENT reviews online in every aspect. Though pricey, I figured Sissy Tan was worth it. So, filled with anticipation, I called to make a reservation.

But something HAD to go wrong: Au Jardin doesn’t open on Mondays and Sissy Tan’s birthday falls on a Monday. =(

I was so disappointed, that I contemplated on just bringing her to Au Jardin on another day because I was really looking forward to celebrating her birthday there.

After asking around for opinions, I decided to bring her to dine on her birthday itself, so I called up Forlino instead.

FORLINO HAS GOT TO HAVE THE WORSE RECEPTIONIST, EVER. (Assuming that receptionists are the ones answering phone bookings.)

Seriously, I have never been so rudely attended to in my life, for a moment I was wondering if I’ve dialed the wrong number.

The greeting was no where near warm, and when I asked if they could change one of the menus for me (they have 2 sets menu), she turned my down flat and alternated between saying the menu is fixed or it depends on the chef.

“Can I change one of the dishes for the Chef Mario’s classic, or is the menu fixed?“
“It’s fixed.“

I would understand if it’s fixed, but she didn’t have to use that kind of tone on me. People who offer good services would probably throw in an apology like I’m sorry Miss, the menu is fixed and probably throw in suggestions on what I can do to get the dish I want.

“How about the Degustation menu? It’s fixed too?“
“Ya. It depends on your diet.“
“What do you mean it depends on my diet?“

After that question, her tone turned from disconcern, to hostality, like I was troubling her by asking her stupid questions.

“”I mean if you eat beef, then you can change the beef.“
“So if I can change the Degustation menu, can I do the same for the Chef Mario’s Classic?“

I would love to take the Degustation Menu, but there were so many things I wanted to change there, I might as well take the 5-course, with dishes that sounded better.

“No what is it you don’t want?“

Really, that sort of tone is TOTALLY unacceptable.

I was totally taken aback when she asked me that question that I contempleted on scolding her on the phone, but I stuck to my cool and said:

“It’s more of what I wanted.“

I heard and read reviews that says they have excellent cod fish, but both the menus doesn’t have cod fish, and she replied and an equally (if not more) annoyed tone:

“What do you want?“

Whoa.

Seriously?

You dare call yourself Singapore’s Finest Italian Restaurant? Really, Forlino? Really?

Did you really think that by having good food in a place with good views entitles you to the title: Singapore’s Finest Italian Restaurant?

I’m sorry, but that’s not how the way it works. You can have excellent food, but if your service is not even one of a casual dining restaurant, chances are customers would NOT be willing to pay.

If the food is sub-par, and the service is outstanding, customers WILL return.

I wouldn’t want to go to a place that provides me crappy service. I can always dine somewhere else where I can feel welcome. And to make things worse, I haven’t even stepped into the restaurant.

Seriously. I wrote them a feedback letter the moment I reached home on Thursday. It’s Monday and I have yet to receive a single reply, not even an interim.

Chances are the woman who picked up my call was the one who saw the feedback and deleted it conveniently, or their service is just THIS bad.

Dear Forlino, please remove that ‘Singapore’s Finest Italian Restaurant’ title off you. Don’t self proclaim it when you are no where near fine.