The Bully

I think I was a bully girl. I ain't the victim, instead I am (was) a bully. I bullied people for the person's sake. lol




I don't bully my girl friends, I bullied my guy friends! At first I didn't give a damn about that but while reminiscing back my journey since my childhood, I am in fact, a cruel person, bullying others for my personal's sake... so does for his sake!. this was what happened in the past:.............

" .... Once upon a time, there was a 10 year old girl, with a good brain but having a tough time since she has eye sights problem. Since she was the tallest in her classroom so therefore she had to sat far behind the class. She didn't even bother to informed the homeroom teacher what her problem was. Since each row has two link tables, so this unlucky boy unfortunately sat beside her, without having known what would happened to him later. 


During the first period of class, she would stayed calm and composure and once in a while she would asked the boy what did the teacher wrote in the blackboard. The boy didn't suspect that time and just gave cooperation with whatever she asked. This has continued for months.


As days passed, the girl was no longer a ladylike, she has become a monster literally. She has no longer had the fear or shyness towards her partner, not to mentioned that her eye sights were getting worse. The boy got mad but still he felt pity for her and endured her temper while assist her in everything during school term. 


This boy was well known for his disaster of handwriting.  Since he has had the worst handwriting ever, each and every time when he finished copied down the notes from the board, the girl would copied from him. So if he copied the wrong thing, so did the girl. To ensure that everything was in perfect conditions, hence the girl would make sure that the boy would write down neatly, correctly and in proper handwriting so that no mistakes could no longer occurred. Ever since he was with this girl his handwriting was getting improved and eventually being praised by the teachers . Thus, although this girl kept on complaining and asked him again and again what did he wrote on his notes never once he complaint.... The End.."


P/S: I was literally like a mom for him. I nagged too much. LOLLLLL!
I miss him, my servant guy! 

Daily Activities

I joined and signed up as a volunteer since yesterday. My first day was totally fine. The manager, Judith, said that for first timers, she would usually started at up floor but unfortunately that day, down floor people short of people instead. Later than, she assigned me to down floor.

I joined the British Heart Foundation (BHF) charity shop by the way, so the upper floor would be the ones that dealing with labeling, sort out stuffs and so on meanwhile, the lower floor would be what people called as high street fashion shop. I am actually enjoy working down floor instead upper floor. 

My work shift would be on every Wednesdays and Thursdays  1300-1700. I could sense that my communication/ interpersonal skills are certainly improving. I met new people these two days I worked. It's absolutely stress free. 

Now as for today, while I was upstairs tagged the labels, Beverly came all of sudden and without even knowing who am I ( we haven't even properly introduced ourselves yet that time), the said to me: I'VE BEEN DUMPED. I'm stunned. 

I didn't know how to react to her statement, so instead of pour more oils onto the fire, with a great care and caution, I asked her for how long she has been into relationship with this guy. She told me and then, she would continued how and what he had said to her before she eventually being dumped.

Later afterwards, John and Adam joined me and the three of us worked together in that room. I thought by mastering Tom's accent (Tom's accent for me until now, was the mild and fast accent) , I would surely survive and oh boy, I was wrong. Their accents are really thick ( I mean it, really, really thick). There were few times I have asked them to repeat. I think I have to work out that one. 

Despite the way they talk, they are really good boys and Adam especially would do all the talks and he is very entertaining! John would be as the back up and he would replied Adam most of the time. I would join their conversations but mostly I prefer to be a listener instead and laughed whatever jokes they made off. 

I met Shakira and I met.... Yammie (?) I don't know much about Yammie. She is an acquaintance of mine though. I actually noticed that some black people have a very unique name, names that I never thought of it before. I met few of them and I would say, I'm impress. Black men have a normal, decent names but not women. I met this woman at primary care recruitment and at first I thought she was joking when I asked her name. 

She told me that her name is BLESSING. I met some other woman at different time and her name is HOPE. well, I guess Hope is a normal name but Blessing? See that point? I'm impress. for me that is just a word but for them, they make it into their name. 

Oh well. People's choice though. I like her name by the way. :)