Day of surprise: Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the day my boyfriend POP's (Pass Out Parade). Highlighted by the throwing cap ceremony at the end as shown below. This moment is the defining moment that they all passed BMT unscathed and no longer are the recruits they once were. My boyfriend is turning more into a man (people think that) but seriously, I don't see any change! No bigger muscles *pouts*. I expected that since he did undergo some vigorous training and I love my boy with some muscles. *sighs*

And he doesn't know I will be going together with a friend of his. Yes, it will be such a surprise. Can't wait to see his reaction and his joy! What most parents here term as the first step towards "manliness" which I haven't yet gone through and probably will never experience this ever. So, it would probably be something new tomorrow. At least if I don't experience it myself, I can watch my darling do this. Because of my inability to complete the Basic Military Training (BMT) due to some medical problems of mine, my parents have always made jokes of how "un-manly" I am. Not that it matters to me, but, the fact that they believe my work in NS to be relatively slacker than those who undergo physical training. Bad news update: It's mental fucking torture! Everyday I have to do shit for those people whom pretend somewhat they appreciate my presence and give me work that are either too time-consuming, too boring or too menial for them to do. I get treated like a effing "slave" and for what? A similarly "slave-worthy" pay of just 500 a month. That excludes my insurance and phone bills and other miscellaneous bills that are linked to the SAF. which makes about 350 left to spend and save? Well, let me give you another point of view. My job is similar to what people outside or in the private sector call an office boy or a clerk. These people have qualifications ranging from secondary school leavers to O levels. The pay they generally have based on my research (I tried applying for these jobs during my holidays) and estimates is about 800-1200. For this fact, I am already underpaid. Secondly, cleaners earn a 700-800 on average and they do a specific job like cleaning and taking out the trash. While, I do things out of my job scope that I don't gain credit for. The best I get is a thanks. Nothing more nothing less. And my boss has to rub it in giving my a timeline to complete an almost impossible task. 2 weeks is already impossible. Why not try doing it yourself? Well, actually all I am trying to say is that I am severely overworked and underpaid.

I am just so pissed off that even my parents don't credit me for the work I do. True enough that they don't get to see what I do from day to day but it would be best if they could know and acknowledge that even if I don't serve the nation with my blood and sweat, I am serving it with my brains, time and heart (sometimes).

Away from that ranting and back to my day to day life, my parents have decided to shift their company to occupy a new building. As such, they enlisted my help to design the layout of the office and I completed two differing drafts in just a couple of hours. I am just so proud of myself. *Claps* Anyways, this would be my maiden project in interior design (which in a way is similar to interior architecture. Architecture being a field I am greatly interested in.). My second project would be my new home which is surprisingly on its way faster than I would have expected. My home is on the first floor (in the new home) but I would finally get to have my own room! Yes, I still sleep in the same room as my brother and he snores! Sometimes it feels like an airplane landed in my room. I've designed most of the house but that will have to wait till my NS is over. Then I can dedicate more time to designing that. I'll get down to the itsy tinsy details. Finally not a rojak house anymore. Rojak is a word for mixed, or a dish created by the chinese that is a mix of dough fritters, cucumbers, pineapple, yam, peanuts and prawn paste. In essence it is a salad. Not all people love it. Like me, I am the odd one that dislikes this uniquely Singaporean cuisine. However, there are people like my brother, my cousin and my Dad that simply adores this dish. It looks something like below.

On a side note: My mum's pink coloured cheap bag is getting on my nerves. There is nothing worse than a bad fashion statement that gives people the impression that one has bad fashion sense. She carries that thing every fucking where we go! Dammit! I bought her 3 new bags just today online that would be shipping here in about 2 weeks. God help, I have to spent another 2 weeks being embarrassed when people stare and probably think of how my mum can have such bad fashion sense. A fuchsia/ hotpink bag that looks like it costs 5 dollars? Oh please! It looks something like this less the brand name and the sort of superb finishing and build quality in this specimen. Hideous colour though! Absolutely hideous!