i'm not surprised i missed my period this mth; the past 2 weeks have been generously peppered with unfortunate occasions of pple just brazenly fucking round with me and my innate (see: compulsive) niceness.





PLEASE TOP UP YOUR FARECARD:


FUCK-UP EPISODE #1
last weekend. mash calls me and says theatreworks(TW) needs volunteers to give out prgrmmes (at victoria theatre) at their latest show Sandaka Threnody (read: a fucking lousy play). she sounds desperate so i say ok. i have to wear all black, formal. so i friday night i get there a bit late and TW staff made sloppy attempts to brief (did not include telling us wat the play was about or how long they needed our help for). ok, first night was busy and they let us watch a bit of the play (which was yawn-invoking). fine, so we stayed to help longer and all tt shit; and there were some cute guys frm the reception caterers, so it wasnt so bad. 2nd night, they didn't inform us tt we didnt need to dress so formally. there was this lady frm TW keeps giving us dirty looks cos we sat dwn when there was no auidence yet (and hence, no one to give progmmes to).

the last night(sunday) was the worst. i told mash i'd help so i did (instead of going out with daddy to celebrate fathers' day). when i got there, i was annoyed to find tt there was more than enough TW staff to sit round and calafare, let alone give out prgrmmes. the audience was extremely rude (eh i want one more, some said, pointing brattily at the progmes we were holding). i wanted ot shove the progmmes in their faces and scream Here, take take take! you pompous bitch. i'm not the one wasting my dough on a stupid play anyway!... puki bahu mak kau.

i had changed out of my new blue blouse(a recent good buy frm some sale) into a black shirt just bfore the play. the subsequent irritation (courtesy of the aforementioned twats) then clouded my senses and i absentmindedly left my blue blouse in the VT toilet. yesterday mummy kindly informed me tt the shirt was no longer available. i blame TW.


FUCK-UP EPISODE #2
shana calls me and tells me she is bored at mama's hse because her shit-head parents have once again left her and hanson there, while they went off to 'work'. watever. i feel bad so i said they can follow aunty grace over to our hse for dinner. when we tell hanson tt he should ask permission before anyhow turning on the tv at our hse, the brat starts sulking and rubbing his sweaty self all over the floor (which i had just vaccuumed and mummy had just mopped tt afternn). then in some shit-ass attempt to further worsen the day, he goes to mummy's rm toilet and instead of pissing in the toilet bowl, he chooses the to aim it at the wall and the covered drainhole, conveniently beside the toilet bowl. we only realised the little devil's deed an hour after he left the hse. stupid shit-head.


FUCK-UP EPISODE #3
yesterday zehzeh called frm the office and said her boss needs a temp to do data-entry for today and tmr... $8.50/hr; and i turned it dwn. why? because i had promised durga on monday tt i would act as an extra in a tamil show (for vasantham) produced by the prodctn co she's working for. tt's nice of you, amelia. i had somehow convinced myself tt spending time with durga on the set of a tamil show would be much more fulfilling than earning $8.50/hr and getting to work in the same office as zehzeh. besides, durga said i might get paid for acting (which i of course believe i should; even extras are usually paid at least $30 if they have to be round for the whole day) so i gave her the benefit of the doubt.

so today i get to serangoon mrt at 12.15, as i was asked to. the van came 20 mins late to pick us (me, isaac, and our co-actors) and our lunch was not paid for. our faces were caked with make-up and we sat round for 3 whole hours before we were asked to even go on the set. bloody hell. we weren't even briefed on wat the show was about. some of the young tamil actresses were even asked to audition for their roles (which sadly only comprised being part of the background - wat a waste of talent and time).

i don't mind acting in a show tt's mostly in a language i dont understand, but it would've been basic courtesy on the crew's part to at least get someone to translate wat the indian director was blabbering to me. i asked durga if these guys were even professional directors, she said ya they're frm india, do all those tamil films. But why pay these guys to make a film and then exploit willing young pple by asking them to audition and act and then not pay them? (ps: the answer is Just cos they can). it's not the money i want, i'm just looking for a little more respect, common sense (frm the production team). and, i'm looking for tt stupid voice in my head tt told me to say yes to being exploited, so i can to bash the bastard.

while being idle during the shoot, i asked myself countless times why i was doing this when i couldve been home ironing clothes (both don't pay, and the latter makes more sense). durga said she might treat me to lunch or wat for helping out. then i said no need, all i wanted was for her to eat at The French Stall with me. i miss French food quite a bit (fuck delifrance). all i wanted was to satisfy my craving for real french food - is tt too much to ask? i even offered to pay for her meal. to cut the long story short, we ended up at the PS long john silvers. FUCK.