<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885</id><updated>2011-08-03T20:05:04.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and toughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885.post-5932161074265342183</id><published>2009-07-27T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:31:35.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wad exactly is emotions? Why do we have emotions? Ppl sae we have emotions cause we are humans but.. where exactly is emotion? In the heart? Or maybe else where? When humans got dissected, there onli shows a big red organ named heart. But where is emotions? Cause I'm really wondering how do ppl have emotions, wad exactly made emotions? I feel like cutting off my emotions. Without emotions, i wun feel anything, good or bad. Ppl may sae its stupid, but that is if emotion can be cut. Therefore, ammesia is still the best way, to forget about everything, including emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe I'm still immature, but I've working hard on controlling my emotions. Getting my stuff prioritise and not allow the emotion part of me to control my life. But its still kinda hard... I bearly able to control by telling myself to not care, constantly reminding myself to focus. But still... love is an emotion that is beyond my mental control....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are so weak... I am so weak. I have no goal in life, i live for my frens and die for them.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I refuse to extend my life span. Wads there to be afraid of dying?? Everyone have to die eventually. To me, being lonely is the real toture... alone in the whole life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna be a loner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748535217401664885-5932161074265342183?l=shirayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5932161074265342183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748535217401664885&amp;postID=5932161074265342183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/5932161074265342183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/5932161074265342183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/2009/07/wad-exactly-is-emotions-why-do-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885.post-1323091571256081390</id><published>2009-07-25T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:51:44.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Eventhough its the first post in 2009, but still i wanna sae, I'm all alone after all.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely~~ I'm so lonely ~~ its so lonely ~~~ all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Really kinda feel tired about living, its seems kinda pointless.. No goal, no aims.&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time, wasting life. Life kinda sux.&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to be so full of emotions, how i wish I can get ammesia, and juz forget about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, i have no rites to be with you.. wad to do? Haha.. everything changes, the onli thing that wun change is past. I noe its no use regreting wad you did in the past, but still.. the guiltness will never leave.. it haunt you everyday and night.&lt;br /&gt;All these years, I've been helping others, making them happy. But nobody noes that I'm living in loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;Nvm... I seriously have no rights to receive other ppl's love. Cause I'll onli cause misery.&lt;br /&gt;Juz let my world wither off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748535217401664885-1323091571256081390?l=shirayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1323091571256081390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748535217401664885&amp;postID=1323091571256081390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/1323091571256081390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/1323091571256081390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/2009/07/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885.post-3438824158026348731</id><published>2008-02-18T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T06:37:23.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSP</title><content type='html'>Today is quite a normal day for me... was getting used to the job. Today I handled quite a handfull of customers on my own without help and was reli getting the hang of it. The feeling of selling off a product after you used tons of saliva is GOOD. LOL.. sold of a printer, a CCTV cam, and those normal usb adapter and adsl modem etc.&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally bought a PSP slim... though I felt cheat cause there's no usb cable included in.. and it cost me $355 eventhought I bargain alot... lol. And he onli give me 4games eventhough he sae 10 -.- haiz... reli reap off man..&lt;br /&gt;Today I also saw a teenage gal about our age with her mum and dad, is a normal family but she keep pinching her breast.. which was making a scene cause I notice a few ppl keep looking at her.. lol, thats all for today ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748535217401664885-3438824158026348731?l=shirayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3438824158026348731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748535217401664885&amp;postID=3438824158026348731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/3438824158026348731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/3438824158026348731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/2008/02/psp.html' title='PSP'/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885.post-1393424257030665894</id><published>2008-02-16T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:20:27.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired + fun</title><content type='html'>Today probably is the most tiring day, luckily theres a NYP Netgear promoter here to chat wif me. Lol, he's a nice guy.. He study network communication in ITE so he help me alot wif the skype wifi phone and teach me wad is UPS. As today is a saturday, theres alot of ppl here. At around 3++, a HUGH crowd of ppl juz suddenly flood the shop, one by one and more and more. The shop of 5 ppl including me were all occupied. As I was sort of standingby at the entrance, the customers ask me for details of the products. I had to handle 4 customer at once and luckily they all ask those qns that I'm able to answer and so... HENG ARHHH.&lt;br /&gt;In the end in that flow, all 5 of us able to sell the products and all the 4 customer I handle purchase the products i intro. 1 linksys skype phone, 1 maxtor 500GB hard drive, 1 telephone adaptor and a microSD drive.&lt;br /&gt;After this flow, boss's daughter came. LOL, I played wif her again and this time I noe her name, she is.... Germaine!! Lol she give me a sticker from her album as a friendship token.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And she keep showing me her dance which named "Cat dance" and i have to keep helping her to block so that other ppl especially customer wun see her.... " walk light". But abit sad at the end when I'm leaving the shop cause dunno wad reason, boss is scolding her and she was like very very sad. And to think that she was so happy and cheerful juz awhile ago and was waiting for boss to drive them to a party to celebrate her birthday... I check wif the psp guy and he offered me if I confirm buy psp, he will try to gimme a price lower than $300 and I was like ON AH~!! I wanna buy a purple console.. which is out of stock so I had to wait till monday and hope theres stock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748535217401664885-1393424257030665894?l=shirayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1393424257030665894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748535217401664885&amp;postID=1393424257030665894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/1393424257030665894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/1393424257030665894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/2008/02/tired-fun.html' title='tired + fun'/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885.post-1127352591602108035</id><published>2008-02-15T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T07:28:08.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late</title><content type='html'>Today I wake up late, so dad drive me to work.&lt;br /&gt;Overall today is a reli very tiring day.. The boss never come today.&lt;br /&gt;I work till 4pm then go for lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;After that hongda and cousin came by.&lt;br /&gt;A customer ask about camera and i listen to the conversation till I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Next after work I walk around a check the psp pricing.&lt;br /&gt;I confirm gonna buy a psp within these 2 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748535217401664885-1127352591602108035?l=shirayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1127352591602108035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748535217401664885&amp;postID=1127352591602108035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/1127352591602108035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/1127352591602108035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/2008/02/late.html' title='late'/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885.post-4611262494777513454</id><published>2008-02-14T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:43:11.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long day</title><content type='html'>Today is a real long day, first in the morning, I went to GYM wif neda for the first time. Next I was late for work but the shop is not opened yet when I reached there. My legs are so pain and aching.. haiz obvious lack of training.&lt;br /&gt;I was again scolded by Boss cause I forgot to sae "Pls hold on" when I'm transferring the call to another phone... sad.&lt;br /&gt;Then today I finally understand how thirst you can get when you are trying to sell a product. A auntie came in and ask for the pricing of psp, I told here and she ask why diff colour got diff price, i answer" I also not sure", then she sae she wan to do wad wad wad and I listen listen then she ask for the function of psp and I explain explain. She onli want to use psp to listen to mp3 songs and watch video(might as why buy mp4) so i took out shiro's mp4 and show her, she ask me which is better and i juz help her compare the function of both psp and mp4. Then she ask for the price of varies gig memory stick cards, and she keep 'aiyo, aiyo, aiyoyo'. Then she sae hmmm, psp better and ask me to open 1 up for her to see and so i did. 2mins later she sae ' hmmmmmmmmmm i think mp4 better bah since i onli listen to mp3 and videos' so i take out the mp4 for her to see.AND after a further 2mins she sae' hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i think psp better bah, hold on i ask my son' and so later i even have to explain to the son wad's in the psp. After quite awhile, auntie sae' thnx.. i'll go look around, hahaha i need to noe the function of psp before purchase so come and ask you, bye bye' and I was like O,O and =.=&lt;br /&gt;Theres another auntie who is also quite funny, she was like asking me the price of printer, and i told her and she ask got wad free gift and i told her birdnest and abalone, and she ask which is better and i juz sae it's up to the individual and she sae abalone better ask which brand, the she go on and sae which brand abalone is better and tok and tok then ask the abalone izzit get from here, i sae have to claim at somewhere else and she immediately ' ohh ok, i'll go take a look around, thnx' and once again, a O,O and a =.= from me. Lesson learn from auntie, abalone is more important than printer......&lt;br /&gt;Today sold off 2 printers and 1 D-link cctv camera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748535217401664885-4611262494777513454?l=shirayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4611262494777513454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748535217401664885&amp;postID=4611262494777513454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/4611262494777513454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/4611262494777513454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-day.html' title='long day'/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885.post-7400540322323064670</id><published>2008-02-13T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T06:21:55.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>Waaa tired ar tired ar... stand for 8hs, sit for 1h. Pain all over my shoulder and feet. Today I left hse at 10.38 and I was suprised that when I reach the shop, it's still not open yet =.=&lt;br /&gt;Today I guess is alright, I started to get the hang of the job BUT i still dun seems to be able to catch wad the foreigner said.. haiz... I guess today is stressful + slackness + playful all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressful : The boss is constantly keeping an eye on me and ask me to listen to all conversation which i still dun understand and I reli cant sit around and rest, constantly have to read the brocher of various products, if not the boss will surely give me that disagreeing face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slackness : When there are no ppl in the shop, of course slack laaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful : Hahaha..today ladyboss came and treat us all dessert. And later at 5pm++, she bring her 2 daughters down and they were so cuteeeee &gt;&lt; I played wif the younger daughter the most.. hahaha it's so fun!! but in the mean time I was afraid that the boss will give me that look again so I dun even wanna face boss, lol but it was real fun playing wif the kids hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customers are all different, 2 customer whom caught my attention are foreigner twins, they look EXACTLY like each other!! But still.. it's easy to differentiate them. Why? Because.. one is sooo tall!! taller than me and one is short, around 163 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow will be more fun than today ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748535217401664885-7400540322323064670?l=shirayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7400540322323064670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748535217401664885&amp;postID=7400540322323064670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/7400540322323064670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/7400540322323064670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/2008/02/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885.post-3360488792083079528</id><published>2008-02-12T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:23:52.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell</title><content type='html'>Today me and vance went to the workplace together for the last time. Eventhough we are a little bit late when we reached there cause we stop by the market to eat breakfast, when we reach there, the shop is not opened yet. We wait for around 10mins before the boss father, uncle boss came and open the shop.&lt;br /&gt;I again.. did a bad thing today and almost have to pay a price. I once again give the customer a 'discount', luckily the boss caught me and therefore I'm spared from paying up wif my own money. I almost sold the customer 2 powerlink at the price of $74, which is the price of 1 powerlink. buy 1 get 1 free discount ehh.... haiz... but this mistake really make me lose my confidence alot and I dun dare to talk to the customer for the whole morning and afternoon. Only when I came back from lunch break when I finally pluck up enough courage to speak to a customer which I'm useless again cause I dunno wad he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, today will be the last day me and vance working together cause he was transferred to Suntec branch from tmr onwards. Tmr will be a very difficult day for me cause the expert will be transferred to Suntec branch for a day as the boss and boss wife will not be coming down and thus leaving the Suntec branch with only vance and an other guy. And sooo, tmr will be only me and another auntie at Simlim branch. Both of us do not have enuff knowledge to explain to the customer indetails althought she is more knowledgeable than me. Plus she is on MC today, if she didnt recovered tmr... I may have to handle the shop myself( hope if that's the case I can have a 1 day break tmr instead =P )&lt;br /&gt;Lastly... baka officer FINALLY contacted me. He didnt even apologise about ytr's pansei. And he sae he will meet us at 2pm on friday instead. Later on during lunch, I informed him about Vance's transfer and he sae he'll meet me at 4.30-5pm instead and will go to vance there at a even later time. And when we finally finish lunch and walking back to the shop, the baka officer called again and sae he cannot make it on friday and sae will meet me next week which he didnt sae which day again..... reli baka LAZY officer~~~!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748535217401664885-3360488792083079528?l=shirayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3360488792083079528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748535217401664885&amp;postID=3360488792083079528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/3360488792083079528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/3360488792083079528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/2008/02/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885.post-7732161755021887029</id><published>2008-02-11T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:25:06.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of work</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of my ITP attachment. I was attached to MediaPro Technology simlim square. That stupid officer SUX~~!! He said he will meet us directly at the company today morning and yet... he never come, not even late!! And so, the Boss, Mr Goh said that me and Vance had to split up. One will remain working at SimLim, the other will be transferred to the Suntec branch. This will be based on our performance in this week, the better person in knowledge and communication skills will be staying in SimLim while the other will transferred to Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;This is quite bad, cause my communication skills SUX to the core, I dun even noe how to speak to the customer. Vance is doing all the speaking and even able to juz speak flowly like he's an expert eventhough we was juz guessing all the properties of the product.&lt;br /&gt;I dun reli like to go to suntec branch but SimLim square branch is damn boringgg......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Suntec branch had a later working our which ends at 8am&lt;br /&gt;2.Suntec is pretty far to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Suntec branch is more slack and relaxing cause the customer there wun have to much knowledge on the products as compare to the EXPERTS who came to SimLim&lt;br /&gt;2. Suntec MAYBE more fun compare to SimLim cause here is reli damn SIANNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the shop is selling wireless products which I'm pretty clueless about. The bad thing is.. I had only $2.20 per hour pay... SAD and I even had to work on Sat.... haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748535217401664885-7732161755021887029?l=shirayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7732161755021887029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748535217401664885&amp;postID=7732161755021887029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/7732161755021887029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/7732161755021887029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/2008/02/start-of-work.html' title='Start of work'/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748535217401664885.post-2082174624559362315</id><published>2008-02-09T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:02:44.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>It's a brand new blog wif a brand new entry in a brand new year ^^&lt;br /&gt;Its nearly 3am now, I officially open this blog. First, I would like to thnx yuxian for helping me choose this skin. Next, sorry for people who visited my old blog, that blog is no longer in use.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since I blog.. many things have happened. Dajie dislike me and ask me not to pester her anymore.. This is really a big bomb to me..sort of hurt me deep. But still.. wad done is done..I guess I'll juz have to stop pestering her then..kinda remind me of huiming -.-&lt;br /&gt;I've grown alot fatter now... reli have to start asking neda to train me.. reli wish i could go to gym to train up my muscle but the stupid doc said i cant excert too much force on my arm.. haiz.. so many trouble.. Haha enuff of the troubles, will share them next time ^^&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda late now so I'll juz sign off, gotta workhard tomorrow in finding how to write a Letter Of introduction (LOI)&lt;br /&gt;Jia-ne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748535217401664885-2082174624559362315?l=shirayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2082174624559362315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748535217401664885&amp;postID=2082174624559362315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/2082174624559362315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748535217401664885/posts/default/2082174624559362315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirayan.blogspot.com/2008/02/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Shirayuki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902304808257246104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
