Woke up first thing in the morning, only to find that some ass-f**ker son of a b***h had stolen my shoes. Thanks to that moron, I had no choice but to miss school . . . . for the third time in 2 months, this time not wanting to get sent home for breaking rules and regulations. Yes, I belong to a school or rather an academy that holds high reputation, standards and enforces strict rules and regulations. ARGH!
Took a nap before shopping round the neighbourhood and then realised in horror after 2 hours' hunt, that either no boutiques sold safety shoes, or there wasn't a single decent shoe shop around the neighbourhoods. It took awhile before it finally dawned on me that I could've worn army boots instead, after recalling Lawrence's biking adventures in boots.
Went to work.... reluctantly, as always. First thing the chef informed me, was that my "teacher" would be visiting on Monday. "What's the name? A woman, Buc... Puck.. Per...?"
"Pearlyn?" I suggested.
"Yah, your teacher lah." The chef replied in an absolutely non-chalant tone.
I was extremely annoyed and insulted that he could not for the life for him remember a guest's name, especially when it a staff from an academy with which he has a business partnership with. The previous time, he could not even spell the name of my CEO.
Absolute bastard, I can't believe you call yourself a chef. For your information, you swine, Pearlyn is not a teacher but a students' affair officer and we don't have teachers in school but instructors, chefs and office staffs; basically we run like a business organisation.
Moving on. Rabbit stew was introduced to our menu today and I unwittingly took a sip before realising to my disgust, that it was the rabbit stew! My colleagues laughed at me after learning that I have a principle of not eating anything categorised under pet; which includes in my list dogs, cats, rabbits, hamsters, guinea pigs and *ahem!* bears (my favourite species for some reasons), or according to my judgement anything cute and cuddly.
The next thing I know, Azahar calls me a wuss and a pussy because I said I don't drink beer out of fear of getting fat. I was annoyed but nevertheless hid my annoyance behind smiles because my colleagues had been very nice to me. Firstly, I am for one, not an individual to bow to peer influence, secondly I actually prefer wine to beer.
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