f1 trng

some loser's playing his/her RECORDER in hall tonight. low skill + high volume = sucks. in all meanness of spirit i wonder what time i may rightfully call in campus security or some authority to protect the well-being of my suffering eardrums.

f1 training today, at dhobygaut. small class of 12 and 1 of those small-man-big-ego types trainer who conveyed to us the art of customer service ie. how to fake like you care and other such useful lifeskills as telling bad jokes and how to herd crowds of sheep people out of the circuit. we met 2 other nus girls there while the rest were most or all from rp. we certainly could think of tonnes of other things to do for 8 hours on a bright and sunny Saturday, but compulsory and all, the session didn't go as bad as it couldv'e mostly thanks to the great location: a walking distance from PS where we carrefour-ed, marks & spencer-ed and daiso-ed during our lunch break and after the session.

work was the slackest ever as everyone else was busy preparing the meat for their bbq tmr and my duty was to man the area outside in case of any walk-ins, of which there turned out to be none. air-conditioned and quiet, i could almost zzz off sitting there willing my eyes to stay open =P

back to school for the night cos am too =/ to head all the way back and besides got lotsa school work piled up and most are here, so since mama and linda are staying over at nenek's tonight anw i decided to camp out in school tonight (: maybe i'll do sep stuff. taa!